tales of a simple folk

there are no monsters on forested hill
lions and leopards don't live in this place
but beings of some superhuman race
seen on the traveller to gorge their fill
or make you subject to their nasty will
they will approach with pleasant open face
like angels or other ministers of grace
and then will throw you right into the swill
the sweet old lady's just another witch
she will beguile you and then eat your soul
your body will lie buried in the mud
the pleasant path will lead right to a ditch
you'll fall right down into the devil's hole
and unnamed horrors will sup on your blood