The Witch's Curse

In the forest deep and dark,

A witch did cast a fearsome mark.

She spoke the words with eerie tone,

And cackled as she cast the stone.

The curse was set, the deed was done,

The witch had won, the battle won.

And so it was, for years and years,

The village lived in endless fears.

For crops would wither, children ill,

The witch's curse had wrought its will.

The people prayed, the priest did plea,

But still the curse would not set free.

Until one day, a hero came,

And braved the witch's deadly game.

He faced her down, with sword in hand,

And broke the curse, across the land.

The witch was gone, her curse undone,

And all the village could be one.

The hero left, a legend told,

Of how he saved the young and old.

And though the witch had lost her fight,

Her curse would linger in the night.

For tales would be told, of her dark art,

And how she tore the town apart.

-new king