The Bog Hag's Price
At twilight's hush where shadows lie,
The willows stir with muted grace,
A pond lies still as breath denied—
Before bright moonrise bares its face.
Misery draws the Bog Hag’s eye,
A price in pain; dreams died undreamt.
A cradle song, a lullaby,
Then silence… save the bullfrog’s lament.
The lily bends, the cattails lean,
The pool remembers what might've been.
Type
Text, Literary (Novel/Poetry)
Medium
Oral Tradition / Word of Mouth
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