The Enchantress

There she dwelled, the Enchantress
Beyond the meadow,where the cattle graze
A big mushroom,ugly floor and wall
half burnt bones ,nails and hair
Last night she could not sleep
She was busy with her black magic.
The blood of a beast, smelt horrible
Yet she had her food along with her cat
From the same vessel they ate
She drank stinking ale and sang
Filthy words flew from her mouth
there was not a single human to hear
For it was a secluded corner of land
Where the dark forest started