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He said. Then she said. They both said. Something burned. Something churned. A fearsome power burned. She took a heavy blow. He decided to jumb to the low. Thought he could let her know.
Far beyond the crescent moon, on par and present in her tomb, the dark priestess awakes, to spark teases in snakes. Her hair fair, and her eyes loom, perlescent glow in her iris gloom.
My mother always warned me Not to go near gypsy folk Such as her, but I could not ignore The strange old maid who spoke Of mystery and sorcery, All manner of ghoulish things Of which a young girl...
As I walked back home, I pondered on what 'Ash' had meant. I supposed that anyone else would have dismissed him as a weirdo, but he just seemed so similar to me. Necromancers.
Oh priestess what have you become. Satan's work here has been done.