Our road's Winter,
The one the witch made,
the everlasting kind.
We took the road
we never should,
lost ourselves
in the frozen wood.
The wood's cold and dark,
there's no light in our hearts
to show us the way -
no more spells left to say.
At the empty shack
a board bangs uselessly in the wind:
GONE AWAY FOR GOOD
Once we were friends,
but we took the witch's Winter Road
through the endless frozen wood ...
LJ Moss