The grining stalker

 She was afraid to follow him
She was a witch with plenty whim
He was a doctor and a student of the arts
His grimace was beloved by her and many more

She left the forest at the dawn
And followed footsteps never shown
Her light feet carried her away after him into the bay

When he reached the boat
She stepped into the mud
Without knowing it they parted
Their lives again restarted
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