The silence broke with savage cries!
And frenzied rabid songs,
This hunting band which sought it’s prize
Drilled howling ruthless throngs.

The witch was sure they’d miss her den
If she stayed hushed and still,
These flaming torches slung by men
Intent to land their kill.

Still like stone she froze in place,
With panicked whispered spell:
Pray her sanctum left no trace
To sight or sound or smell.

Now so engrossed to hide away,
She missed the world around.
A tender breeze caught leaves in sway,
As critter’s sweetly sound.

For no cruel band came storming in –
Scathing all in dread.
This troop that sang such hellish din
Marched only in her head.

But still the witch dared make no act
To be perceived won’t do – 
In spite she made this lonesome pact
To quell herself anew.