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She lays the carpet on the floor as though a regal dress;
Each loving stitch sewn by her hand displays no sign of stress;
The time has come to greet her fate though not a hint of fret;
She sits with folded legs her arms are laid across her chest.
She waits that witching hour now to speak the charming tones; 
Her back is straight, her head held high the words by heart she knows;
She's now infused with spirits from a time both old and new;
She weaves and sways as one in trance and languid speaks the muse.

"Hail mighty Nar! Hail gracious Aag! Hail Gobara the great!
By Dunkele am I blessed this day, to a marriage make;
Hail sweet Atash! Hail bright Oku! Oh Fotia lead the way!
To my sweet Handsome will I fly to be a bride this day;
And there amongst all natural things, shall I be paired with one;
To love and honour for all time until my time is come;
A Witch am I since time began, my line as pure as gold;
And with this magic pact fulfilled I never shall grow old"

"I Dunkele have been summoned forth to guide one to her fate;
For on this day as designate a Witch must conjugate:
Let gold adorn her wrists and feet, the finest robe be worn;
A deep and loving burgundy shall caress her graceful form;
Let satin slippers laced with pearls bedeck her gentle feet;
And on her brow a diamond crown shall make the Witch replete.
Now heed the words I do relate and do not from this stray;
Or else a Dragon's dwelling cave will be her lot this day"

"The Witch and Handsome once they meet must to a magic spring;
Here will they drink and to each one a lover's ballad sing;
Then to the fire of Dyanari over which to leap;
Unto the woods of Xachimam in nature's bosom deep;
Here both fulfilled under the stars their purest form displayed;
The moon to bathe their night until the sun shall greet their day;
And when their child is come of age she'll leave her parents hearth;
To be refined and taught all things to know a Witch's path"

She then appears upon the seat envisaged on the loom;
Alone she is no head to stroke no handsome future groom;
She wondered at what error made, she followed true all said;
A troubling, cautious thinking now took root within her head.
The voice of Dunkele boomed forth to ease her troubled mind;
"The Witches line was compromised by one with axe to grind;
Witch Doctor's curse unstitched a verse and left a door ajar;  
The weakened link was closed too late to stop a lone beggar"
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