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I let your eyes to visualise a garden on a loom; Bluebells and marigolds in sway and lavender in bloom; And there to play in a luscious green two kittens wrestling; Up high in chirping swallow's play are feathered friends a-singing. A figure of a handsome man is settled on a chair; And by his side a beauty pure strokes lovingly his hair; The Witch, or so the story plays, is set to work a-stitching; For everyday she works to lay the groundwork for her witching. The "Loom of Dunkele" is dark and glistens as if new; That which it forges is by spelling set to render true; This vessel handed down through time where Witches are sure wed; Commutes it powers to the offsprings through that marriage bed. At 35 she must be bride and to a handsome beau; For Dunkele demands that beauty seeps through row to row; The Witch beholden to this pact must honour this or else; The Dunkele will take her beauty for its very self. Dunkele demands a beauty in it's natural mould; The Witch must weave the magic seams without her vêtements; As pure as a newborn should she display her nakedness; For Dunkele gave a perfect body not to be redressed: No blemish, painting, marking, piercing for her skin to bear; No jewellery should adorn her parts no braids within her hair; Should she ignore these rulings and would set about to loom; The magic would reverse all workings never to resume. Above the loom, portraits in rows, of Witches one and all; Each face a picture of a beauty unimaginable; Throughout all time the loom has served and must forever more; Or else a terrible curse be laid upon each maiden's door: Indeed, to pander verily to a Dragon's carnal needs; The Witch must feed on blood and guts and do as Dragon pleads; Forever trapped in a darkened lair, no view of sun or sea; The Witch would disappear from sight, no trace or history. For 20 years this loom she spins as was the bargain made; And in this time her beauty shone, success and wealth her aid; Now in an hour the carpet loomed but for a patch to fill; A slip of hair should she prepare to weave into the mill. Then once complete the spell to speak releasing her shalom; To lead her to that wondrous place where there awaits Handsome; This rite of passage like forebears would guarantee the Witch; Leaves on the blood line of her ilk a rich continuous stitch.

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A Tale From The Loom - I to V

I let your eyes to visualise a garden on a loom; Bluebells and marigolds in sway and lavender in bloom; And there to play in a luscious green two kittens wrestling; Up high in chirping swallow's play are feathered friends a-singing. A figure of a handsome man is settled on a chair; And by his side a beauty pure strokes lovingly his hair; The Witch, or so the story plays, is set to work a-stitching; For everyday she works to lay the groundwork for her witching. The "Loom of Dunkele" is dark and glistens as if new; That which it forges is by spelling set to render true; This vessel handed down through time where Witches are sure wed; Commutes it powers to the offsprings through that marriage bed. At 35 she must be bride and to a handsome beau; For Dunkele demands that beauty seeps through row to row; The Witch beholden to this pact must honour this or else; The Dunkele will take her beauty for its very self. Dunkele demands a beauty in it's natural mould; The Witch must weave the magic seams without her vêtements; As pure as a newborn should she display her nakedness; For Dunkele gave a perfect body not to be redressed: No blemish, painting, marking, piercing for her skin to bear; No jewellery should adorn her parts no braids within her hair; Should she ignore these rulings and would set about to loom; The magic would reverse all workings never to resume. Above the loom, portraits in rows, of Witches one and all; Each face a picture of a beauty unimaginable; Throughout all time the loom has served and must forever more; Or else a terrible curse be laid upon each maiden's door: Indeed, to pander verily to a Dragon's carnal needs; The Witch must feed on blood and guts and do as Dragon pleads; Forever trapped in a darkened lair, no view of sun or sea; The Witch would disappear from sight, no trace or history. For 20 years this loom she spins as was the bargain made; And in this time her beauty shone, success and wealth her aid; Now in an hour the carpet loomed but for a patch to fill; A slip of hair should she prepare to weave into the mill. Then once complete the spell to speak releasing her shalom; To lead her to that wondrous place where there awaits Handsome; This rite of passage like forebears would guarantee the Witch; Leaves on the blood line of her ilk a rich continuous stitch.