(I heard a laugh a cry a wail... I did) <br /> <br />Oh wind that whistles o'er water so fair <br />Blow me a sound that is soothing to bear <br />Unlike the cry just come to pass <br />Like a wailing thats nailing pieces of glass <br />And a shrieking thats sneaking about in the dark <br />In shadows of woods and mountains all stark <br />So now I tremble and stand still and wait just a bit <br />Before walking dark lanes and misty bog pits <br />That lead me blindly on then further than on <br />To that stone cottage I go but dont want to belong <br /> She calls me through teeth and wicked lips strong <br />Full of black song, dark whispers, beckoning come <br />So I go to her, crawl to her, deep in that wood <br />In this forest at night that is far less than good.<br /><br />Geoffrey Fafard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-witch-of-windamere/
