Yaga

Through misty veils where shadows creep,
Baba Yaga stirs potions deep.
Her cackle rings, her cauldron glows,
In her eyes, the wild forest knows.
Her hut spins round on chicken feet,
A dance of magic where secrets meet.

Oh, Yaga, Yaga, dance in the night,
Sing your wild song by the moon’s pale light!
Soar in your mortar, the skies set ablaze,
Guard your dark secrets in the forest’s maze!

Her chimney smokes, the cauldron hums,
The moonlight calls, the wildwood drums.
Not cruel, not kind, she weaves her spell,
Her riddle hides in the shadows’ dwell.

Oh, Yaga, Yaga, dance in the night,
Sing your wild song by the moon’s pale light!
Soar in your mortar, the skies set ablaze,
Guard your dark secrets in the forest’s maze!

Oh, shadowed woods, oh, night so deep,
Yaga’s power makes the heavens weep.
Her mortar flies, the stars align,
Her fiery gaze burns divine!

Oh, Yaga, Yaga, dance in the night,
Sing your wild song by the moon’s pale light!
Soar in your mortar, the skies set ablaze,
Guard your dark secrets in the forest’s maze!

In the wildwood’s heart, her legend stays,
Yaga’s song haunts the endless days.
Her mystery lingers, her fire won’t fade,
Forever the queen of the forest glade.