Mother Of All Witches

Far away stands her hut
Nest of witchcraft, hidden in thicket
Old firs’ branches and roots surround it
Black magic keeps those trees from being chopped…

She talks to old trees
Influences elements
Stone, stream and root
Fire, wind and abyss

She sets a magic fire
Gathers wild animals
Owl and fox
Bear, wolf and raven

Forest crown – an awful wreath
Of magical small roots, weeds and mushrooms
Adorns her head when she stares at the dance
Around Blue Mountain – home of witch tribe…

And old oven still trembles…
And copper cauldron opens its mouth…
And hands at night are so bloody…
And boiled children are so obedient…