Best Baba Yaga Poems

An eerie mist spreads across the swampy moors,
At midnight's tolling hour, beware peasant or royal,
Whom travels the hidden roads and lost by ways, lit
From the light of the elliptical moon.
Here underneath illusions dark shroud, cryptic creatures
Revel in the shadows of mortal fear.
Stay upon the well-worn...

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