She walks

She’s walking through
The woods
The woods so thick the moonlight is
Struggling to break through
The branches
The branches so twisted and curled like
Skeletal fingers
Skeletal fingers of his papa
Seated in his rocking chair
Slowly wasting away from
The winter cold
The winter cold making her teeth chatter
And her ears ache
Where is she going you ask?
She’s going to see
The woods witch
The woods witch, who the people say,
Has magic
Has magic to cure her dying papa
Her dying papa coughing up
Blood is what the woods witch want
The people say
The people say it should be a
Virgin like her
And so she marches through
The snow
The snow reaching as high as her knee
Through the darkness
Through the woods
She’s walking…