Forest Rage

We know when they gather for hunt

After witches, trees and wild beasts

Then we gather too and we don’t hesitate

Wake those with teeth, fur and claws

Forest awakes

Witches crave for

More flesh and blood

We will always

Remember

Every sound of slaughter

We take babies from their mothers’ breasts

Easy to find them – they smell sour cheese and milk

We carry them to where conifers smell sweet

Beasts finish off with the rest of folks

Strong bear claws crush the skulls

Headless bodies fall on cold ground

Sharp wolf teeth don’t get tired

With human neighbors each forest becomes evil…