She's laid to rest when the sun is bright. On Autumn's eve, she duels the night. She gyrated, joked and caused a rite. Causing chaos to all in sight. Pupils white, she chants through the night. CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ Once he's beckoned, there's no turning back. He charms them with his smile. He enchants … Continue reading The Witch.
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