My cauldron yearns

My iron burns and boils

Down the winding path, where whispers wail

Please just follow the trail and heed the tale

Like moths to flame, I become your bane

A night of frost you're no longer lost

The hearth it smolders, casting shadows deep

But what cost does this warmth seem to reap

A forest clearing, before you rests a home

You are oh so cold, and it begins to gloam

You saunter upon fresh loam, unbeknownst to you

The fire looks so warm, you can almost feel it's glow

You've opened the door, the stench hits your nose

You gaze at the floor, it and the walls of flesh

Undulating fleshy walls, lined with the skin of your nearest, dearest kin

The cauldron beckons

And you're so very, very, cold

Seep deep inside your skin

Marinate your sweet feet meat to fill my cheeks

Boiling bubbling blisters burst, Baba Bubbles bestows this curse