Tale of Devon Lee (inspired by the poetry of Dr. J Ridenhour of the famous “Cornerboys” and “House of the Yaga” – check them out on Youtube!

 

At the end of the lane

There stands a perfectly poised cottage

Where all lies still under the fully round moon

Within

slumbers Devon Lee

Her copper curls askew

And she dreams of the woods my friend

And she dreams of the wood

 

“What a beautiful woods dear Mother !  An endless green, an ocean for me to sail”

 

“Beware dear daughter, the woods are clever and trite.  It entices and deceives as it feeds on human flesh my dear and takes each life with ease.  It takes each life with ease”

 

The rumor ‘bout town for those gone missin’

Lead to the woods where evil lurks with suspicion

They say it lures the young away

Their young delicate flesh is their prey

Their young delicate flesh, their prey

 

Oh, but Devon Lee did not take heed

To the warnings and pleas

As she awoke in the night to a song

Filling her ears with euphonic melodies

And promises of what could really be

Her reality a dream of dreams

Her reality her dream of dreams

 

As slipped from her bed

And stole through the night

Toward the woods and the promising delight

She stepped ever so closer to the green

And stepped closer to the green

 

“Oh what wonder and joy awaits me”

Devon Lee pondered with widened delight

The wood’s sly welcome ever so soothing

Her small padded feet barely moving

Taking her to what she knew not nor where

Deeper and deeper she did stow

The moon above no longer shines

Its sliver crescent pointed and jagged

A sharp and menacing knife

And poor Devon Lee begins to fear

To fear my friends

To fear

 

 

The velvety vines wrap around her waist

As the thorns draw her ruby red blood

And her eyes shine up to the moon

Glistening wet

Wet with tears

Her eyes shine up to the moon

 

 

 

Poor Devon Lee

And she’ll never be married

And she’ll never be heard

And she’ll never venture from the wood my friend

And she will never venture from the wood