On darkest night, in deepest woods
Two witches waited, beneath high hoods.
One in white, one in grey
Both they waited, along the frae.
The maiden, she came, an unwary rose.
Dark of hair, blush of clothes.
Waited did she, by lilyed pond cold.
A note she opened, uncreasing fold
Her love, he spoke, in words a-dear
To hold no doubts, nor have no fear.
Little she knew, was false the note,
A trap to lay, to follow by rote.
The witches waited, grins a-wide
They knew she had no-where to hide.
The pond it bubbled, the water red
The maid she cried, from fear and dread.
The witches came forth, the maid did weep.
A laugh it came, from the deep.
A moment it took, the power released.
Gone was sound, for sound had ceased.
Gone were witches, gone was maid.
Gone was life, among the glade.
