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Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga
With iron teeth cleaning for flesh
Little children run, run away when you can

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga
Living on the edge of the forest
A house with chicken legs running as fast as it can
The door will only open if you know the phrase

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga
Picket fence made of children bones
With skulls on top too worn away unexpected visitors
If you shall enter for her knowledge
Just know the wind will whistle for you to leave

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Damon Blackery

Tue 15th May 2018 17:17

Thank you Stu Buck

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Stu Buck

Tue 15th May 2018 09:57

great stuff damon. i love my folk horror and this fits the bill perfectly. interestingly was just listening to a podcast about the origins of baba yaga the other day. cracking

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Damon Blackery

Mon 14th May 2018 21:24

Thank you's Ray and Anya

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raypool

Mon 14th May 2018 21:07

This is interesting Damon, using the Russian legend as the object, and i'm sure as powerful an image as other comparable examples in other countrys' folklore.
Scary stuff, with a hint of Edgar Allen Poe.

Nice idea all round .

Ray

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