Dark Woods

Beneath the boughs where shadows twist,

A hound of witchlight coils in mist.

Its branches claw, its silence grows—

A threat that ancient woodland knows.

But in the gloom a figure stands,

With glowing eyes and outstretched hands.

A white witch born of root and flame,

To guard the grove and speak its name.

She casts her light through tangled air—

A spell to hold the dark in stare.

And where her magic threads the trees,

The forest breathes. The shadows freeze.

So if you walk where dusk has stirred,

And hear the hush of power deferred,

Know light still threads through mist and air—

A ward against the shadow’s stare.

Size: 42x60x2cm

Acrylic on cradled wood panel

unframed/ dark sides

ready to hang or be framed

Date: 2023