‘Tis the snow that haunts me from that day,
to see many footprints on their way
“Where do they lead” ‘twas my thought
before I knew it I was caught
trailing them here ‘n there,
through the trees without care,
needing to see where they led
oh dear reader,
I should have fled.
On I went totally blind
to any thought but what I’d find.
’Til finally there they stood, huge carvings
in living wood. Tree trunk bare, branches locked,
I wandered round, totally shocked. Such effigies never
seen before, they thrilled my mind ‘n much more.
Unknowing a figure lurking near,
all clad in black, cloaked by fear,
ensorcelled me where I stood…
A frozen figure, ‘twould do no good
to warn you, for naught could be done,
as we who stand here are gone.
‘Tis so lonely inside this place,
staring out of my carved
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