Dark Places No One Goes

In my 13th winter, long into the snows I made a discovery, awful and amazing I crept so quietly, that day in the forest To see the weirding one, to glimpse the witch I wished to know her secrets, I wished to see the wonders But that day in the woods, I was proven foolish I crept up on the black shape, hunched over in the path And when into my eyes it looked I knew that I had been wrong I fled back through the forest Crying from what I had seen For under that hood in the path There was no witch What stared back at me through eight bulbous eyes There are not names for the creature I witnessed It spoke a word in a tongue I did not know And I’ve been sick of body and mind ever since