Craggy fingers of a scary wicked witch
Casting spells upon the dammed
Her wiry hair trails down her back
Like tangled threads of blacken ore
Maybe a dragon soaring in flight
Hot fiery breath so fierce and strong
High about the dark ebony skies
Caught in the fork of lighting strike
Snakes of medusas head turns you to stone
Many a legend formed about
Did she exist or part of folk law
Or the nightmare's of knights so bold
Roller coaster twist and turns
Snarled branches and slender twigs
Home of grubs and crows and thousands more
Many a story they could tell
Feet like giants' nails gripping at the soil
Burrowing deep far and wide
Stretching arms and reaching fingers
Upward high in to the shadow moon
Breeze music orchestral plays
Wind section, violin and bass
Ghostly resonance whisper distant sounds
Sending shivers through the bones of men
Statues on the landscape high on the hill
Steadfast and robust against the gale
Till the day the tornado came
Uprooting even the strongest oak
Befallen trees like giants spiders
Legs crawling through the undergrowth
Webs of scrambled ivy trails
Snares stepping feet unawares
Taloned claw of eagle waiting for his prey
Hovers overhead so still
Patiently, so noiseless no one knows
When he will pounce and strike
