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Post by wylla on Jul 20, 2015 11:34:08 GMT -8
The old women in the Village tell their daughters a singular warning. There's wickedness in those dark old woods, there's hags in rags and maids in hoods.
Circles of roses, circles of ash, the Sisters wearing their darken'd sash.
Upon wandering women they offer a gift, where power and magic might close the rift.
Their heart's desire there and true, the hunger for power they forever rue.
So beware hags in rags of grey, and maids in hoods, though time might fray.
For the Coven they'll snatch you up, and with them you'll forever sup
drunk on power, high on glower a ruined cheek, a torn up flower.
Surely there's no truth to an old wives tale... is there?
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Post by Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) on Jul 20, 2015 13:27:22 GMT -8
\o/
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