The Witch in the Wood

Last night I had a dream
Walked a road so dead and haunting
Such a melancholy scene

Was a dilapidated cabin
In the front was a broke down wagon
On a skeleton of a horse
Who went outran his course
And try to peer inside
I see the flicker of fire
It's shining brighter
Painting patterns, perfect silhouettes
And this next part I will never forget

The front door starts to open
And the air is feeling colder
As the Witch, she comes outside
She points in the threshold
Of the cabin says, "It's too cold out here
Darling, come inside."

She says, "Come, come, baby come
Come, come, baby come
Come, come, baby come
Feel the warmth of the fire."

The road that's in front of me
Is darker than I can see
And I need a light to shine my way
But the fire's warm and welcoming
Should I push on through the mud?
Or should I take her hand and then forever stay?

It was then I saw the moon
And she smiled down upon me
And advised what I should do
She said, "Desire is a powerful thing
We all want a way out with no suffering
I know the fire's call is warm
But if you push on I know you can make it home

Look, I'm familiar
With the darkness of that path
And I know that it's ugly
It's part of the journey that we all can have
If you stay in this Witch's shelter
It may not seem all that bad
But you'll be doomed in that cabin forever
With a wagon, witch, and dead horse
Off a path you could have had."

The road that's in front of me
Is darker than I can see
And I need a light to shine my way
But the fire's warm and welcoming
Should I push on through the mud?
Or should I take her hand and then forever stay?