Bubbles

My cauldron yearns My iron burns and boils Down the winding path, where whispers wail Please just follow the trail and heed the tale Like moths to flame, I become your bane A night of frost you're no longer lost The hearth it smolders, casting shadows deep But what cost does this warmth seem to reap A forest clearing, before you rests a home You are oh so cold, and it begins to gloam You saunter upon fresh loam, unbeknownst to you The fire looks so warm, you can almost feel it's glow You've opened the door, the stench hits your nose You gaze at the floor, it and the walls of flesh Undulating fleshy walls, lined with the skin of your nearest, dearest kin The cauldron beckons And you're so very, very, cold Seep deep inside your skin Marinate your sweet feet meat to fill my cheeks Boiling bubbling blisters burst, Baba Bubbles bestows this curse