A Fable: The Whispered Wood

In whispered woods where shadows dance A crooked crone does wait her chance With her hut of flesh and bone She calls the lost to make their home On wintry nights her hearth does glow A warmth that lures both friend and foe But step inside, your fate is sealed For baba's hunger is never healed A cauldron bubbles night and day With every soul that's led astray A stew that's thick with sorrow's taste Each new victim, no time to waste So heed this warning, traveller dear Beware the warmth that draws you near For in her pot, you'll find your doom Forever lost In Gloom