Baba Yaga

In the deep woods, where the shadows grow tall, Stands a hut on legs, You won't get out at all. Old Baba Yaga, With eyes so cold, Her story's been told, But never been told. Centuries she's watched the forest breathe, trapped In a curse beyond belief. Once a maiden full of light and grace, now A wraith in this forgotten place. The hut turns round with a creak and a Groan, she walks alone, forever alone. No one remembers her name from before, just the Tales of the witch behind the door. Oh, the forest whispers, but no one hears, A soul in the darkness drowning in years. Baba Yaga, Just a shadow now, cursed to haunt With a bitter vow. Oh, Baba Yaga. Children fear her, they run and hide, but she Remembers when she had pride. Magic once flowed through her ancient bones, now Just echoes in these deadened tones. She stirs a cauldron, a spell half-done, Wishing for dawn, but the night goes on. Every child she scares, every tale they tell, is Another nail in her lonely cell. She sits by the fire, staring at the flame, Remembering love, remembering a name. "Was it all worth it?" she softly sighs, as The wind howls through the pines outside. Oh, the forest whispers, but no one hears, A soul in the darkness drowning in years. Baba Yaga, Just a shadow now, cursed to haunt with a Bitter vow. Oh, Baba Yaga. So she walks the woods, through the mist and Rain, carrying the weight of her ancient pain. No redemption, no end in sight, Just a lonely witch In the endless night. Fading, Fading.