The Witch of Midland Valley

In the midland valley there lies a tale

Of a maiden fair and true.

She wore a dress with a veil

Of flowers red and blue.

She loved to laugh, and dance, and sing

And run free through the hills.

And each new day, her joy, it would bring

And her dream it would fulfil.

Her castle sat atop a hill

With trees so green and tall.

That from the nearby village

Could be see by one and all.

They said they saw the birds fly by

And overhead sweetly sang their song.

That everyday was bright and felt

Like nothing could go wrong.

Not a day was missed of joy and fun

From the simple life she led.

She'd even lay in the golden sun

And wouldn't want to go to bed.

For life, she said, was meant for love,

For laughter and for joy.

She always held her head above.

Her mood, by only one thing, could be destroyed.

She had her love and held it tight

Vowing to ne'er let go.

She would not leave without a fight

For her heart kept it so.

Within the arms of a love so true

She felt most at ease.

For that was when love kept her heart,

That, which weakened her at the knees.

The spells she cast would make things grow

Like plants and trees galore.

The sun always shone and the rivers would flow

Though many thought it folklore.

But from their village they could see

Her home atop the hill.

Many would venture up through the trees,

And when they reached the top

Some would just stand still.

A rainbow sat above her house

With colours bright and clear.

They said that even the smallest mouse

Could be seen living near.

For their beauty, they said, had such a glow

They could not believe their eyes.

The leaves on trees would move so slow

As the breeze would whistle by.

All until one day when

Her heart turned dark and sad.

She woke to see herself alone

And then,

She felt the world turn bad.

Her spells no longer brought such joy

Or made the sun shine bright.

No longer did the rivers flow

Nor stars that shone at night.

The clouds were always dark and grey

And gave them all a freight.

It was always night and never day

And oh a dreadful sight.

Village homes were in the dark

And food was always scarce.

Their village gardens never grew

And grass was small and sparse.

Her love had left her shattered,

Her heart was on the floor,

And the only things that mattered

No longer mattered anymore.

The witch once good and happy

Who loved to dance and sing,

Now hid and spoke to nobody

Did no more her bell ring.

No one went to visit

No more friends to say hello.

As she just wanted to forget

About the love she once held close.

For the witch that lives in Midland Valley

High atop a hill.

Now stays alone in her castle

No more flowers at her windowsill.

She has turned dark and cold

As she lives with her lonely heart.

It is how the story is told

Each word, each line, each part.

She casts her spells of sorrow

And of fear and anger too.

No longer looking to tomorrow

Nor to the sky to be blue.

It is clouds and rain everyday

What she wishes for,

And that her spells control, or so they say

As the sun shines no more

Now even just the thought of her

Brings them all such fear.

So much so that they all are sure

To ne'r try to go near.

They no longer walk up the hill

Nor do they even look,

Toward the castle there in midland valley

Where a happy witch once lived,

And a beautiful scene once stood.