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Post by Hiroku on Sept 29, 2017 21:41:07 GMT -5
The Witch by Hiroku
There was a certain Witch, Who held a certain power, And if you weren’t careful, you were dead within the hour,
But about most of the time, She found it most sublime, To dream up nasty things to make, A certain person’s natural state, Take a twist and finally break, Into a different sort of fate.
((Was trying to create a roleplay with some characters who were cursed but came up with this bit instead. I'm stumped at this given moment but I hope to continue the poem some more.))
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