Come one
Come all
And hear this Slavic Yarn
spoken
aloud
And hold your children tight
Whilst i tell you the tale of
Baba Yaga
Vasilisa the Beautiful
With her beauty
so fair
&
so true
Made her own
Mother Mad
A Green eyed
Hateful Madness
of
Ill
Bitters
And
Olive Ruin
For she knew well
Of the house on
Chicken Legs
With no Windows
And no Doors
But told
Vasilisa
to go out and
Seek the crowne that dwells
Within
Those cursed walls
Where satanic
Servants
Sing
Their
Cursed
Songs
And she flies from the
Chimney in bellows of
Rolling
Smoke
On her wingless
Flying
Vessel
A mortar she does ride
And flies out of the chimney
As she cackles
and spits
Purple
Vitriol
From her
Acerbic
Tongue
A Rudder of Pestle
And a
Silver Birch
To hide the
Tracks
She rides on
Cumulus
Stratus
and
Cirrus
Clouds
And heavens
Pupils
dare not
Stare into her
Wicked eyes
As she cackles from her mortar
And flies on
By .....
So
Vasilisa
finds
Baba Yaga
Home
Alone
On that
Fated
Day
And wondered
This
Darker
Than
Dark
Forest all
Alone
Vasilisa
Approached this
Ghostly House
On
Chicken legs
And said those
Charmed
Words
Out-Loud
Hut, O Hut...
Turn your back to the
Woods
Your
Front
To me
The House
Moved
A
180
Degree
Vasilisa fills
with
Awe
&
Dred
At this Magical
Spectacle
And hastily
Swigged
From the
Mead in her
Peuter Receptacle
The Keyhole to her
Front Door
Was filled with
Sharp Teeth
That gnashed
And
Moistened
And
Drooled at the
Promise
of
A
Fresh Soul
For Molars
To
Gnash
The Fence
Surrounded Vasilisa
Was made of
Human Bones
With Skulls
On Top
Without
The
Time
To become
Scared
Baba Yaga
Appeased
And This
Titular Young Maiden
True
Was given
Three impossible
Tasks
To to
Undertake
And
Do
But unknown
To this
Wicked
Crone
Vasilisa
Was give
A tremendous
Mother Love Bone
For in her pocket
Smiling
A magical Doll
given to
Her by
A
Blinded
Mystic
Child
Would keep Baba Yaga
Trying
And Vasilisa
Undertook
These
Tasks
And passed them
With
A
Cheeky Smile
So
Children
That listen
Whilst huddeled in your
Mothers Bosom
Or in bed Alone
Scared stiff
And Wooden
Remember that
Magic
Doll
That you Cuddle
By your
Side
And Sleep
Well
Sweet Child
And let
Dreaming
Put pictures
of comfort
Behind those
Sleepy Eyes
Because tomorrow
Is a New day
And
With the Sun
You Must
Rise
And like
A Phoemix From
The
Flame
From your
Bed
You must
Break Free
And Grow
Into
A Mighty
Man or Women
As you
Time Unlocks
Ageings
Wisdoms
Key
Come all
And hear this Slavic Yarn
spoken
aloud
And hold your children tight
Whilst i tell you the tale of
Baba Yaga
Vasilisa the Beautiful
With her beauty
so fair
&
so true
Made her own
Mother Mad
A Green eyed
Hateful Madness
of
Ill
Bitters
And
Olive Ruin
For she knew well
Of the house on
Chicken Legs
With no Windows
And no Doors
But told
Vasilisa
to go out and
Seek the crowne that dwells
Within
Those cursed walls
Where satanic
Servants
Sing
Their
Cursed
Songs
And she flies from the
Chimney in bellows of
Rolling
Smoke
On her wingless
Flying
Vessel
A mortar she does ride
And flies out of the chimney
As she cackles
and spits
Purple
Vitriol
From her
Acerbic
Tongue
A Rudder of Pestle
And a
Silver Birch
To hide the
Tracks
She rides on
Cumulus
Stratus
and
Cirrus
Clouds
And heavens
Pupils
dare not
Stare into her
Wicked eyes
As she cackles from her mortar
And flies on
By .....
So
Vasilisa
finds
Baba Yaga
Home
Alone
On that
Fated
Day
And wondered
This
Darker
Than
Dark
Forest all
Alone
Vasilisa
Approached this
Ghostly House
On
Chicken legs
And said those
Charmed
Words
Out-Loud
Hut, O Hut...
Turn your back to the
Woods
Your
Front
To me
The House
Moved
A
180
Degree
Vasilisa fills
with
Awe
&
Dred
At this Magical
Spectacle
And hastily
Swigged
From the
Mead in her
Peuter Receptacle
The Keyhole to her
Front Door
Was filled with
Sharp Teeth
That gnashed
And
Moistened
And
Drooled at the
Promise
of
A
Fresh Soul
For Molars
To
Gnash
The Fence
Surrounded Vasilisa
Was made of
Human Bones
With Skulls
On Top
Without
The
Time
To become
Scared
Baba Yaga
Appeased
And This
Titular Young Maiden
True
Was given
Three impossible
Tasks
To to
Undertake
And
Do
But unknown
To this
Wicked
Crone
Vasilisa
Was give
A tremendous
Mother Love Bone
For in her pocket
Smiling
A magical Doll
given to
Her by
A
Blinded
Mystic
Child
Would keep Baba Yaga
Trying
And Vasilisa
Undertook
These
Tasks
And passed them
With
A
Cheeky Smile
So
Children
That listen
Whilst huddeled in your
Mothers Bosom
Or in bed Alone
Scared stiff
And Wooden
Remember that
Magic
Doll
That you Cuddle
By your
Side
And Sleep
Well
Sweet Child
And let
Dreaming
Put pictures
of comfort
Behind those
Sleepy Eyes
Because tomorrow
Is a New day
And
With the Sun
You Must
Rise
And like
A Phoemix From
The
Flame
From your
Bed
You must
Break Free
And Grow
Into
A Mighty
Man or Women
As you
Time Unlocks
Ageings
Wisdoms
Key
No comments:
Post a Comment