Harmony1965

In times gone by, when it was dangerous to wander alone in the woods, And when apples were arguably the most dangerous thing, Lived a young girl with eyes as dark as a moonless night. Her hair was long, straight and always undone. Her lips were thin and pale and her cheeks were never pink. So everybody in her village was calling her a witch. The poor girl was always alone and whenever nobody was looking, She was drawing princesses and dragons in the dirt with a stick. One day, her mother asked her to go to the edge of the forest To gather some dry wood for the fire. And so she did, quietly. After she had loaded her apron, she heard footsteps