The young knight
Rode the lands
Seeking fortune, fame
and adventure

His trusty squire
Loyally riding
By his side

Last night
They heard a
Very terrible tale

There was a black witch
A very pale skinned woman
Beautiful to the eyes
Yet black in her soul

She searched the lands
In a rickety old
Flying boat

Young girls she sought
Tricking them in their dreams
To fly away

Where did she take them
The knight asked
Thinking the witch
Had a great treasure

The squire weeped
Wondering what
Happened to the girls

The scared men
Pointed the same way
And said, “The Weeping Woods”

Then an old woman spoke
The Weeping Woods
Will tremble your heart
And unwrap your soul

She caressed their faces
Fill your heart with care
Be not petty

Puzzled were
Knight and squire
As they prepared to go

Days later they found
The Dreaded Weeping Woods
There they camped
Under a great old tree

They slept deeply
As clouds gathered
Making a storm

Lightning struck the tree
Setting the frightened
Horses free

Squire and knight awake
To a tree fully ablaze
The flames speak
In whispers and taunts

The knight sees
His father
Mad

The squire sees
His home
Lost

The knight cowers
To his father
The squire
Faces the flames

The knight screams
And runs away
Mad

The squire finds
Quietness under a tree
Untouched

Alone the squire must go
Seeking the black witch
Now knowing his heart
His soul knighted from above