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I dropped down in the witchwoodTo see what I could findThe trees had taken time outTo blow away my mindAll that I could hear thereWas the sound of my own voiceBut the music it was makingWas nothing of my choice.The interwoven branchesWere laden deep with snowA rainbow shone so softlyTo show which way to goI observed its many coloursTill my eyes were rimmed with frostI tried hard to trace my footstepsFor I feared I might get lost.The witchwood started singingWith a strange unearthly soundMy fingers grew like branchesI stood rooted to the groundAnd the spell is still unbrokenI am still her bidden slaveTill a casket from the witchwoodBears my body to the grave. From Letras Mania