from the Wicked Children’s Book of Nursery Rhymes

She is hiding from the stars
in the forest of your dreams.
She holds the shadows on her face
and nothing’s what it seems.

The Bind Witch is waiting.

She gathers all the wind up
in the tangle of her hair.
She bends across the pathways
to build her wooden lair.

The Bind Witch is waiting.

She’s ancient as the moonlight
and her heart is full of rot.
She captures sleepers passing by
within a magic knot.

The Bind Witch is waking.

She weaves and leaves a mystic cage
around each dreaming mind.
Her fingers twist and in her spell
their power she will bind.

The Bind Witch is waking.

Within her grasp all time will choke
and kill the coming day.
The dreams you had when you were young
will slowly fade away.

The Bind Witch is waiting
The Bind Witch is waking
The Bind Witch is taking… over.

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Illustration from The British Library.