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Baba Yaga

Phallic mother
I am the forest,
a death that rots beneath
my leaves
can swallow whole
each mind of man
or gently blow on bone.

Come sit inside to grind our paste,
a cloud across the moon,
see which sister shows her face,
on chicken legs the room will turn,
your path will twist if we conspire,
now ask of me a dream, a quest
shadows run if I desire.
You failed your test I take your flesh
and breathe your Russian smell.

The willow wisps so soft
The wizard blows his horn
All creatures call out loud.

A thousand swarm
are by my side
a Firebird burns behind my eyes,
grasping feathers, hands in flames
through these woods
I rise again.
Written by Razzerleaf
Published
Author's Note
Inspired by the Baba Yaga and Mother Gong
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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