When the day is far gone and sky lightens with moon,
From core of the forest, now she’ll be crying soon,
With the howl of the wolves and the squeaks of the bat,
You will hear, noise of fear, you thought you never had,
They say behind the woods, lives a girl with gray hair,
Her eyes those glow in night, in the murk she was bear,
Some said that she was left, in the woods, in a cave,
Others, she flushed with stream, and landed to the grave,
As the night gets older, she dances on the branch,
Hearing to her hum that gets you to the trance,
To the land of the gloom and whispers in the air,
And the chant goes all wrong, just when she smells your fear,
The chiming of wind bells, those are hanging to door,
The crackling from closet has started hitting floor,
And all buzz from the woods, that is getting so loud,
From window stares the moon, hidden behind the cloud,
Then gush you feel on neck as she wails in your ear
“Pal, do not turn around! I am standing right here.”
