Bone Lady

 Her house rests deep within the emerald wood,

The entrance hidden with sweet climbing moss.

Along the barrier for years it’s stood,

Few have approached and tried their best to cross.

But none have passed in so quickly a time,

The flames they dance and chase the darkness down.

And then cracked lips begin to speak in rhyme,

In this: Her place of bones, so far from town.

With ease her body turns upon the breeze,

Her spell is strong and will affect the mind.

The forest bends towards her, seeming pleased,

Peeling away the pulpy fruit from rind.

She’ll know you best in ways that seem obscene,

Not by heart; but venom of your spleen.