The Woods

We went the two of us into
The woods behind the little school
Two went in and one came home
We didn't go in there alone

Your eyes were lovely as you danced
With centipedes and little ants
We built a fort of lover's teeth
And some of mother's sheets

I was a boy and I was good
But there are witches in these woods

They followed us into the trees
Wearing crowns of twigs and leaves
You and I were in the mud
Paint ourselves with spider's blood

Your eyes are lovely, darkened dancer
Pulling legs of salamanders
A little creature you unspun
To skin and bones and brains and blood
While witches they surrounded us

I was a boy and I was good
But there are witched in these woods

The nights are lovely, dark and deep
But I'll appear when you're asleep
You'll wake up with a sudden hurt
Mouth and nose all full of dirt

We went the two of us into
The woods behind the little school
Yeah, I'm still buried in the mud
Skin and bones and brains and blood