In Russia there is a big dark wood
and in the snow and fog the winter there is cold
where a witch Baba-Jaga does live in a house on stilts
and she is a children eater and many years old,
with cruel hard chilly bloody eyes
and they tell that the old vixen of a woman have got the ability
to fly around on a broom in the moonlight
and Satan gives her instructions and has dialogues with her,
where he sends her out to catch naughty children
and later she hangs them in the wood around her house
or she lets them work from dawn to dusk
and out of hellish fear they do just as she asks
but she remains skimpy and emaciated
and nobody can find or stop her.
© Gert Strydom
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