Weeping Willow

Falling asleep, enchanted pillow;

Inner visions, I dream of willow. 

Weeping willow, softest wood;

Darkness lies there, wearing a hood. 

Elongated branches are a weeping;

Coldest mist starts a creeping;

Enchanting tree, wishing heart;

Withstanding all, playing the part. 

Witches dance, moonlit night;

Chanting spells as they bite. 

Cackling hag, long sharp knife;

Weeping willow, surrenders life. 

Warty witches, wicker baskets;

Waking bats, in their caskets. 

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