Ballad of the Tree Nymps by Stewart Stafford
When tree nymphs get their hearts broken,
They transform into fearsome wraiths,
And sit in forests by the castle walls,
For passersby to await.
And if a traveller crosses the drawbridge,
Perhaps a survivor of the noose,
The wraiths descend the branches lustily,
And enact their plan to seduce.
She will appear in all her former beauty,
Curvaceous with blue whirling eyes,
And fix the unfortunate man with a stare,
Only the strong resist getting hypnotised.
If that tactic fails to win male hearts,
Or the victim attempts to flee,
A feral rage erupts in her,
And she drags her prey back to the trees.
© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.
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