The Wicker Woods

Feb 21, 2012

What lie beneath the floor

In yonder Wicker Woods

Held Jack’s mind, held Jack’s eye.

What great foreboding, I,

Headed to him with wanton lie.

What beastie great and filled with greed

Has struck a cord and planted seed

To grow up in yonder Wicker Woods.

Great brambles high,

Filled with thorn

Have I hidden a love so forlorn.

But Jackie boy sought to

Leave his prison nigh,

Only to find his gate so high.

His mystery lost to the outside world,

Reduced to ashes by golden tongues so curled.

Fire bright escapes the night,

Bringing down the gate by light.

So only I know what hidden

            Lie

                Beneath the ruins

                        Of the

                              Wicker Wood!