Bathory: The woodwoman

Resting by my fire. Looking deep into it's flames.My mind must have been somewhere elseFar beyond these plains.I am suddenly aware of a pair of eyes staring at me.I turn around and behold the most ugly thing I have seen.The woman standing in the glade like a shadow in the nightPoints her wretched finger at me with a wretched smileAnd she asks me in a voice that sounds as if it's been so longsince she spoke, if I seek magic then I should come alongI'm but a man. Mortal, a man.But she leaves no footprints in the snowStill I follow on to where she is goingFor she has promised me magic if I follow on.She takes me to a part of these woods few have ever seen.Where the sun surely won't reachStill the ground ominously gleams.She says she's seen me coming and that she knows where I'll go.But before I leave she says there is this one thing I should know.She offers me the ability to take a fatal wound.Every cut by sword or spear will be absorbed by her tree-womb.The magic will remain until it's time for me to part with this mortal world.And all she'll claim is my young heat.I'm but a man. Mortal, a man.And I'll need all the help that I can get.So I give my heart to the woman of the darkWith or without it...my life is not over yet.Wing of bat and lizard's eye.Dust of a star fallen from the sky.Tears of a virgin, *** of a god.Thirteen drops of an infant's bloodA twist of a cat's spit and oil of the moonStir for a while and very soonA salve to be applied upon the chestclose to where the heart beats strong.No pains will occur when her hand is pushed into my fleshShe'll slowly draw my living heart out of my open chest.She'll place my heart in the pit of the snake and behold the years go by.Hers to keep from the moment when the time has come for me to die.By a lake in an open part of the Eternal Woods...Noon...