I heard they lived
Since before the world began.
I gaze and gaze
Down paths of grey,
But I see none
Of the wicked women.
Their flowing waves of hair
As black as a blank night sky;
Their glowing eyes
Shining like the full moon.
I halt,
Hearing the wretched cackles
Of the mysterious ladies
Flying through the air.
Follow the noise
Of the hideous laugh,
As it is soon replaced
By enchanting songs.
Grey paths
Fade into colors of wonder.
But the shadows that grow longer,
Are ignored.
They, who are being denied their presence, Grow angry.
Reaching further,
They yearn-
They yearn to throw out the one who entered
The Forbidden Woods.
But they cannot reach I-
I,