The Chuckling Witch

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The demise and birth of the Chuckling Witch.

Submitted: September 14, 2011

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Submitted: September 14, 2011

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The Chuckling Witch

Deep within the forest lies the Chuckling Witch.

She waits for me down the spring path.

She sneers at me with a single glance.

I await her laugh, but none is heard.

We walk towards the deep forest,

Where the cicadas speak words of fear.

Her gaudy hand reaches out for mine.

For the cicadas sing the song of her demise.

“The end is near, but for you my dear,

I leave this forest.  You now bear the name of the Chuckling Witch.

Now, don’t forget to chuckle away too.

I’ve also cooked a broth for you.

I leave my forest to you,

Just as the one before me, and the one before her.

I leave my chuckling forest in your hands.”

Her body then dissolves away.

But left beneath where she stood lies a golden tree.

I notice that the trees whisper a name.

The animals cry to the wind,

While the wolves howl to the moon.

The forest mourns away their love for the Chuckling Witch.

The trees now open to a new path, the path of the Chuckling Witch.

The wind speaks to me then with a voice full of woe.

“Take this path that leads to the Witch’s home.

The forest is yours, and so are we.

Command us, and we will be.

For another Witch is born.

Bear the name that gives us hope.

Chuckle away all of our woe.”

I walk down the path, not as me, but as the Chuckling Witch.

I enter now the forest.

The Forest of the Chuckling Witch.


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