The witch stood at the door
She had no need to stare
No need for words or gesture
We all knew she was there.

The tree leaves quivered
Though no breeze was there
The birds fell silent in the glade
As we entered on a dare

The ash susurrated a warning
The oak stood solid and square
The thorn it guarded fiercely
The elder said have have a care

A fox in the corner sat on watch
Tail switching the earth bare
The crow resting on the eaves
With glittering eye and harsh glare

We trembled at the trees edge
We dared not speak or swear
Her power dominated the clearing
That housed her hidden lair

Her time had come to an end
We did not need her care
No healing, herbs or cunning wisdom
Would save her from the Square.