“Close your eyes brother, and smell the perfume of this ruby eyed witch. Bone sinking teeth; across your neck she will smile. Hide your eyes, for her hips pile the dead as mountains. Forsworn to live within the chambers of our hearts, this siren, this tempest…sings to men who would betray you. She is the jealous hand. The scorned crown. The envious scowl. Within the lake, below it’s surface she waits ever patiently. For you, for me, for all.”
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