Witches of Dyer's Point
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Dedicated lovingly to my mother, Mistress Willoc Mac Muiredaig, premier witch of Dyer's Point at Gulf Wars.
Oh have you heard of the Witches, the Witches The Witches of Dyer's Point Oh have you seen their Eyes, a-glowing Red And have you seen their fingers, as Blue as Death Their teeth are yellow and gnashing, their language strange Their hair bound back unkempt- why they must be deranged! Oh have you smelled the Witches, the Witches The Witches of Dyer's Point? They stink of rot and urine, and moldy brine Mixed with the smoke of fires, oh the stench is a crime. Oh if you're up in the morning and wandering out, They'll feed your flesh to the fires that they dance about! Oh but have you seen their colors, their colors, The Colors of Dyer's Point? Purples and Oranges divine, and Reds and Blue Enchanting men and women, and children too. Worry not my goodly gentles, let us not think them fools For Witches are kind and gentle to those who follow their rules! |
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