(By Steven C Davis)

Thorne the witch
On the isle of Nevermore.
Nevermore the pain
Of Hopeless, Maine.

Thorne the witch
Forest child, run wild.
Forest bride, dead inside.
On Hopeless, Maine.

Thorne the witch
Ice-hearted bitch
Who wouldn’t love her man
A man chosen for her.
Destined to hang
On Hopeless, Maine.

Thorne the witch
Too inconvenient a child
Too deep her thoughts
Too loud her heart
On Hopeless, Maine.

Thorne the witch
Never would be free
So she turned into a tree
On Hopeless, Maine.

Thorne the witch
Whatever the weather
In fog or in mist.
She’ll never be missed
By those who betrayed her
In Hopeless, Maine.

Thorne the witch
Guards the fields now
Looking for those who did her wrong
And her limbs are as strong
As an ancient tree
On Hopeless, Maine.

Thorne the witch.
Wanted a home
But stands alone
In Hopeless, Maine.

(Text by Steven c Davis, image by Nimue Brown)