Siarska Part Two
While she was running and munching on an innocent camper
She twirled her wildness into anger
Clothes ripped and bloody
A yell so shattering the trees do tremble and the clouds do shake
Blood on a trail hiked for curiosity
Deep in a forgotten cave she lurks
Animals of the forrest stay far away
Siarska eats the witch and her curse
A full moon red and sour
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