1. WHERE POISON APPLES GROW

Where poison apples grow
A place you shouldnt go
The witches cauldron brews

Orchard of whispered sorrow
Where songbirds choke on muted cries
Roots twist in knots of venom
Beneath spiteful boughs where malice thrives

A witch’s sigh threadbare with dread
Weaves shadows through cursed canopies
Tending to rotten orchards
The harbinger of agony

Fruit of ever sleep a skull of peel appears once ripe
Irresistibly crispy flesh poisoned every bite
Juice drips down your chin the heaviness of sleep is in your eyes
Tonight you’ll lay your head to rest tomorrow you won't rise

Where poison apples grow
A place you shouldn't go
The witches cauldron brews


2. THE HAT MAN

A shadowy form
A hat wider than most
The blackest of coats
The darkest of cloaks
The reddest of eyes
Stare at you lying
In bed paralyzed
Sleep Terrorized
Under your covers there's nowhere to hide
Footsteps approaching you pray for your life
You pull down the covers expecting to see the worst ghost of your dreams
There's no one in sight!

How would you feel if your nightmares were alive?
There's nowhere to hide once you've seen those red eyes
How would you feel if the hat man visited you tonight?
True ghost of the darkness lives in your mind

If you see the man black coat and wide hat
The reddest of eyes the tall silhouette
You could try to lock your doors or call the police
But nothing will stop him from watching you sleep!!!!
Nothing will stop him from watching you sleep!!!!
Nothing will stop him from watching you sleep!!!!


3. APPLE DOLLS OF THE LONELY WITCH

She forages apples off resting loam
Shaped into children she can call her own
She whispers to them as she works
A prick of the knife less than solitude hurts
Half rotten apples roll at her feet
Fragments of faces she has never seen
Hoping for voices in an empty house
Little dolls dry about 2 or 3 ounce

Carving mouths that cannot speak and eyes cannot cry
A shriveled lonely heart mimics fruit immensely dry
She paints their faces with blackened soot and a rain of saddened tears
To cast alive her children dear she's yearned for countless years

No one sees her except the moon
Empty cradles in an empty room
Wilted fruit will never love
A wilted heart can never love!
She whispers to them as she works
Soft sweet nothings to ease her hurt
She knows they will never move
She sees her child's face in rotting fruit

Carving ears that cannot hear and eyes cannot cry
A shriveled lonely heart mimics fruit immensely dry
She whispers bedtime nursery rhymes to dolls perched on a shelf
Kiss goodnight her children whom she couldn't bear herself

How cruel is the craft of the empty soul?

In bluest light of early morn
The dolls return to roots
Their tiny bodies cradled by earth
Their heads of rotting fruit
She sits in her chair stitching more
Her grief a mountain of stone
One stitch for every quiet night
The witch has been alone


4. TEARS OF A CRYING WOLF

The tears of the crying wolf will fill up every creek
Wailing grief falls on deaf ears heard only by the moss and reeds
Every pine needle is a dagger of evergreen dolor
Howled hymns resound through valleys cold echoes of folklore

Why is the moon my master? When will my soul be set free?
Shackled to the forest floor my prison cell of trees

The call of the shrieking wolf impregnates every tree
Every leaf a tale of sorrow where darkness spreads its seed
The moon acts as the midwife, delivers the woe of wolf
Placed in cradles of cold shant feel a mothers warmth