The Witch Of Windamere Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

(I heard a laugh a cry a wail... I did)

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