Attempt at Poetry

"Young lady! Young lady!
The road stretches yonder
Through hill and wet ditches
Through graves and night bridges
But never ye fear, your light will go on

Be wary the witches
The sickness through shadows
The night claims the noble
Without temper, ye shall not pass"

She grasped the torch
She pushed and she pondered
The long wood seemed endless
But the ledges are not steep

Over the villiage and through the wood
Beyond the land that no one knows
Lies a girl, in pose, white as snow
A frozen Madonna, a stone under moss
Forever, yet not.