Song: Magic Fantasy Music - A Witch's Tale

In the forest so dark.
Lies a light so pale.
Told in clay, stone, and bark.
Lies this witch's tale.

Lost to time forever.
As the priests swore.
No one knows of her. Not whatsoever.
No one knows of her. Not anymore.

Far from the brim.
Of the forest, lies the witch's tale.
Quite grim.
As it glows dim and pale.

A soft lure.
Only those of her line.
Only those the most pure.
Can see her tale shine.

Fire, housed.
Water, drown.
Fire, doused.
Misery, she was down.

Blessed with her own magick.
And her own final will.
Hoping something will do the trick.
Just before her time went still.

“Skn'nu felatus". She glared.
“Opna ap af'faha". She says as tears streaked.
“Es aps op'juka fekms". She blared.
“Oj aps pelatus oj d'le kihe E kige". She freaked.

A tragic tale.
The comforting glow.
A dying pale.
Pale blue fire like flow.

No trace of her resistance.
No trace of her story.
No trace of her in any distance.
Distance of time, despite it being gory.

Her name lost.
Her mind a host.
To a curse, at what cost?
Why was she gone for most?

“Ap otuwdy, make one". What was that?
A noise?
“Ap otuwdy, make one". A bat??
Oh, a woman with such a nice poise?

“Hello?" I say.
“Dear child".
“What are you doing at this time of day?"
“Just walking through the wild"

“Are you the maker of this tale?"
“Pleasure to meet you, my child".
“You are my mom? Through sick and hale?"
“As long as you can see the mild, Lokkiak".

You are never to be found.
The tragic tale.
The witch's tale buried deep in the ground.
The comforting light so pale.

In the forest so dark.
The sun never shown through every tree.
A story etched in clay, stone, and bark.
Lies a story deep within to be free.

“R'timogolo".
"Amano un kou kwtap?"
“Kwa'at kwe ap otuwdy".
"Slao?"

“Because you are my child".
No one else knows.
I'm in the only one into the wild.
And when it snows...

The story goes away.
For the next spring.
As the autumn winds sway.
Another tragedy it will bring.

As is the curse, of the witch.
And the curse of the glow so pale.
And with every broken magical stitch.
Lies on the ground, the witch's tale.