hidden mist

the witches grin through the cracks of the viny trees
as they watch the children
running into the orchard unaware

the moss cover creeks
and the centaurs see the treachery
but turn there heads
to the stars refusing to be

the child laughs out its innocence
filling the world with joy
giggling under the apple trees
so frightfully enlightening themselves

and the witches chant spells
to ensnare the lively children
they spin toads eyes and newt legs
into a broth of Cinnamon swirl

they argue and scream they fly
and they laugh their green noses
and black hats roar softly
and magic flies about the air

the children look and smell
a Delicious slime made of cinnamon
and they take their apples
and dip them into the caramel broth

and the centaur looks and begins to run
but though his legs are fast
his action was late and the
distance was not of proportion to time

and the witches smiled with the children
they laughed while the children laughed
and then the children fell stone cold
and they cried for the rest of the day

as the witches gathered up the children
and placed them into cages and began to
eat what they pleased of the children
and they began to grow younger like the children

the centaurs rage was great and they sped faster
and they encroached upon the viny jungle
and they new and smelt the delicious broth
but as they came close it burst into flames

and they followed the footsteps of the children
to where the witches were and the children were
but all they found were beautiful young women
who were naked and singing to the stars

and the centaurs at once fell stricken
with lust for these beautiful creatures
and took them to their forest to bed the
and at the stroke of midnight there were screams

on the next day the centaurs were missing
but there was a giant feast and the
beautiful women laughed and cooned and feasted
and magic filled the air shaking the trees.