A Winding Stairway

Away from the maddening crowd where the human noise ends

Lies a winding stairway that no one ever descends

Visible to all, yet hard to spot

It leads to a place that demons sought

Deep into the woods, away from sight

There lives a woman who dances in the night

And on the moonlit nights, she dances with a ghost

Her shamanism entices spirits from the coast

No one knows her origin and the cause

Neither she's a witch nor she's an ogre

And listening to her soulful melodies

Countless men have given in to the felonies

Every single man who comes in her sight

Turning into a vicious sod, he either kills or he dies

- Anirudh Bhardwaj

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