Lonely Path

The shrill fox barks his warning cry to let us know that shes near by, She who ownes the blessed night who wanders roads just out of sight.

The face you think you thought you saw through window safe behind locked door. This banshee withered toothless crone who lurks in shadow all alone.

The saddest story ever told, young girl seduced by greed and gold now cursed by witch to walk in rag, on lonley road as monsterous hag.

This tortured soul eyes drowned in tears has walked this path a thousand years and cried enough to fill a lake and prayed the lord her soul to take but naught can lift this evil wrath so doomed to walk on lonely path.