The grining stalker
She was afraid to follow him She was a witch with plenty whim He was a doctor and a student of the arts His grimace was beloved by her and many more She left the forest at the dawn And followed footsteps never shown Her light feet carried her away after him into the bay When he reached the boat She stepped into the mud Without knowing it they parted Their lives again restarted ______________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/