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ОглавлениеThe Wildwood
Out in the wildwood, it was rumored
Was a woman who would come and would go
Folklore had it, she was there in the spring
But gone at winter’s first snow
There was a tale, passed down through the ages
Of this woman who lived on her own
In a shack that stood in a clearing
Belladonna was how she was known
The few who had seen her never approached
They had been warned, they didn’t dare
They described her beauty likened to a flower
With long shining black hair
A boy who was lost had ventured to close
Was overcome by her beauty and powers
She bade him bring, the shining black berries
From the reddish, bell-shaped flowers
He was starving, he picked them with care
She thus proceeded to bake him a pie
After he ate it, he gave her a smile
He closed his eyes then breathed a sigh
The townspeople found him under fresh fallen snow
His mouth stained berry black, then they prayed
Because the only thing found in the clearing was
The frozen plant known as the deadly nightshade
