Seven little girls went too deep

Into the forest where shadows creep.

They found a path, which was never there

And wandered down without a care

 

In a clearing they heard a song;

A haunting tune to sing-along

It got right in their flesh & bones

A lullaby of dulcet tones 

 

Within their minds, there grew a cyst

Where danced the oldest, darkest witch

Who hummed this ancient tune of death

Procured straight from the Devil's breath.

 

As darkness came their limbs grew heavy

Their flesh turned into human slurry:

Into the soil - their mouths still singing

This endless song of no beginning.

 

***

 

Parents searched through brook & bramble

For seven girls who went to ramble

But, they say, no trace was ever found

'though the wind carried an eerie sound

 

It carried through the leaves & trees

Became a sickly, pungent breeze

Then fell to earth as sweet, black rain

On those below who searched in vain

 

***

 

If in the forest, so very deep

You find a clearing & fall asleep

Your ear to the soil may hear

Seven little voices, so very clear

 

Their song will rake into your mind

The grass shall to your body bind

And into the soil your flesh shall seep

Where seven little girls

 wait Un-der-neath