SHE

In the darkest part of the forest's heart,

In the bowels of a stunted tree,

Dwells the fairy fair with fiery hair

Who bears the name of SHE.

She is rare of face, with an airy grace,

But evil fills her beast,

By day she sleeps, by night she creeps,

And the forest knows no rest.

When the black bats fly through the cold night sky

She leaves her bed of ferns,

And softly moves on cloven hooves,

As the earth beneath her burns.

Ahen the fairy folk, those wisps of smoke

Who flit about the flowers,

Sit in the shade of a green grass glade,

They whisper of her powers.

They sit and tell of the evil spell

That turned her soul to stone,

And drove their queen of the fairy green

To the deep dark woods alone.

Now evermore on the forest floor

The star-crossed fair flows,

Her fiery eyes slay butterflies

And still the fragrant rose.

Do not go near this forest drear

Where lives no bird or bee,

Beware! beware! of the fairy fair

Who bears the name of SHE.