Come with me
To Wicked Willow when daylight fades and Souls will Seek,
Shadows twist and darkness Swallows, long lost love as Willow Weeps. 
Dark and silent of the Night time, with Trailing arms like witch’s hair,
She combs the Cold and  rides the Mystery, her bark is scarred in Misty air.
She shuns the cheerful light of Morning, she whispers low to things that creep,
Her leaves, like talons, thin and biting, she wakes the Dreams that should not Sleep.