destineypaintz

 Back to the Woods, Front to Me When the night rider’s horse skims the skies And your ears fill with her deafening cries Kick up your heels and to home you fly Outrun the shadows and please don’t cry Baba Yaga comes tonight to feed off the small Those children who did not run at all And who were still playing in the field. Are now the skulls her lamposts wield. If you feel brave my darling child Are seeking to look for adventure wild Then follow that path seldom tread By those who most certainly end up dead A house with no windows or door you’ll spy Teetering on chicken legs way up high When your nose touches woo