Overfly the abyss of madness at sundown when the leaf wilts she smells the blood and prepares her trap again.
Old witch survives with the experience that time has given and dresses for the night to haunt her preys because there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Her cruelty goes so far she will extinguish all before killing. Sometimes her scars bleed like her lips. Hidden inside the nightmares of the past generations the horrors precipitate under ethyl clouds.

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