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Witch Of Jarrell

The old witch sits on her thrown all alone with no one to see. A lonely life lived in an empty dark sea.

With her hair ratted, crooked teeth and evil smile she lives an entire life of denial.

She has no friends, family or fame. She lives her life in darkness and shame.

She was once known by the name Lisa Jarrell. Now she is only known as the witch from hell.

Her heart black as a moonless night. Her body old and bent from never seeing light.

When the full buck moon comes she will knoweth my name. I shall take this witches head and bury the remain.

The monster she once was will certainly be dead. I will claim victory when I give the king her head.

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