The Voice Of Huldra

A solitary huntsman in woodlands is lost
Through pine and ash he walks in Morning’s frost
A voice comes whispering from the awakening trees
And warms his heart in this Autumnal breeze


In the deepening forest he thus went in
Unaware of the horror that lay within
The voice kept calling… he blindly obeyed
When at last he found a rock… upon which she laid…

The Voice of Huldra!

A godlike beauty and skin pale white
With hair of crimson that shone so bright
Her curves did sway, with the leaves they danced
Her voluptuous bosom left him entranced
To her smile he paced in wonder
As she prepared to tear him asunder
And as in the branches of the trees he was embraced
By the wife of the forest he was thus graced

Her prey did fall to satisfy her need
To quench her loins he rose to the deed
With her foxlike tail she pressed him to her
As the hunter swam in an abyss of lust and despair

She grins at the huntsman as their bodies intertwine
As the drags him deep within the thickening pine
In their lust she heaved and said with a whine..
“Forget thy mortal world, for now you are mine!”


…and no one ever heard of the hunter again
For never he escaped the Huldra’s bane
And this it remains up to this day and age
Beware the forest spirit, beware her lustful cage…