i dropped down in the witchwood to see what i could find the trees had taken time out to blow away my mind all that i could hear there was the sound of my own voice but the music it was making was nothing of my choice the interwoven branches were laden deep with snow a rainbow shone so softly to show which way to go i observed its many colors till my eyes were rimmed with frost i tried hard to trace my footsteps for i feared i might get lost the witchwood started singing with a strange unearthly sound my fingers grew like branches i stood rooted to the ground and the spell is still unbroken i am still her bidden slave till a casket from the witchwood bears my body to the grave