Witch of the Woods

Here in the woods,

I hear her whispers

and wonder on her past.

They call her the witch of the woods,

in solace she lived,

in solace she died,

buried in judgement,

covered in lies.

She never chose to marry,

nor bring her own child to life,

she was no one's mother,

never anyone's wife.

She kept to her woods,

protected the trees,

the flora were her fortress,

the fauna were her family.

She never harmed those,

who didn't balance their karma,

and never wished pain

on good souls.

The world found her strange,

they lacked understanding.

The burned up her home,

with her in the flames.

They spoke ill of her spirit,

and on her they lay all their blame.

Her spirit still wanders,

wondering and hoping,

the kind words and understanding

will sing her bones to sleep for once.