i once saw walking on my land a witch with garland in her hand when laid upon some mottled stone it made the earth to shift and groan up from the stone rose a tree with faeries dancing happily when purple skies began to foam above this tree of human bone though some may swear they felt no fear my soul went cold as she came near a toad with speech in her left hand a familiar from undreamed lands little ones you can be gods in the black between the stars