A Fable: The Whispered Wood

In whispered woods where shadows dance

A crooked crone does wait her chance

With her hut of flesh and bone

She calls the lost to make their home

On wintry nights her hearth does glow

A warmth that lures both friend and foe

But step inside, your fate is sealed

For baba's hunger is never healed

A cauldron bubbles night and day

With every soul that's led astray

A stew that's thick with sorrow's taste

Each new victim, no time to waste

So heed this warning, traveller dear

Beware the warmth that draws you near

For in her pot, you'll find your doom

Forever lost In Gloom