Threshold bride

 

It stands the ground

Rock aligned to castle

Monstrous figure of a rise

 

Bell legends  of fog and mist lovers

What was there?

Is it an uncertain faith?

 

Go to sleep

What no speech

 

Form lady grey, no green   with evil eyes

Done and be done

 

She sits face to face

Sits on the company

Blade raised in vivid

She burns the witch 

 

Comes to the hag

 her flesh below the pig

 

run for open ground

never aware how long it had lasted

 or  how close it had been 

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◄ Time slip

Queen Enough For You ►

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