By Christina Cole, Phantom Angel
When wandering near witchwood, child
Remember what I say,
Remember that the trees
And go by light of day.
For if you travel there by moonlight,
Should off the path you walk,
Should veiled moon deny you sight
You'll hear the phantom talk.
Her voice is soft, and crystal clear;
She tries to reassure you.
She tries to trap you, draw you near,
And into witchwood lure you.