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strives to reveal all aspects of life is hated, hunted, by those who fear
themselves.

"By the time I was one with the moon and tide, I was detested for not
having banished my pride. Being strong in my age of circle and seas I raged
against all on bended knees!"

Her fall is one of beauty revealing colors undistributed by a storming sky.
With skill and patience learnt from Crane she drips blood of her veins to
bind what she claims, power beyond wisdom, faces without names.

"My chance for smoke and mystery so close to earth am I. My time is matched
by wisdom and I am not afraid to die."

The crisp clean winds of the old man have come for her at last. He loves
her with his mighty heart and plans to take her fast.

Most run from old man winter for fear of growing cold. So set in the
reality that they have bought and sold, not this grand lady she flies away
with a smile. You can hear her singing beyond a year and past a mile.

"My time has filled the circle. The Sun's inside the moon. My essence is
free to breath, as my body decays in a tomb."

Spring, fire. Summer, water. Autumn, Earth. Winter, Air. Daughter, killer.
Mother, blood. Wolf, salmon, deer, fox. Pauper's princess. Christ's desire,
Live, Evil!

HAIL WHOLE WOMAN!!!!!!

HAIL SATANIC WITCH!!!!!!

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Willothewisp
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(Her) Nights spent succumbing to the brilliance of Blackeyes, feeling the
warm embrace of your hand, memories like salt on a wound, dominate my new
found spirit land.

Seeking wisdom in the darkness hovering helplessly around our pain crying
with absence of real tears, like a child born in vein.

I can no longer bear to watch you cradling my form. Wrenching out bloody
drops of desperation's futile storm. Welcome to the Willothewisp my love.
Deaths arduous game. Mocking times insanity foreshadowing years of reign.

(Male) Oh my perfect princess, hard and cold as stone. I shall trace your
lips with crimson. I'll protect you; they can't have you to bury, to leave
me. Slay all who dare touch my pretty doll, it will be bloody paradise, a