The Witch’s Memory part fifty seven (revisited)

​“It doesn’t matter, it’s too late now

I will not be made out to be an ignorant sow

You set out and made your bed

Making sure all of my bloodline was dead

Then peacefully laid your head down at night

What was out of mind was also out sight”

She waved her hand speaking ancient word

King Roland was unsure what it was he had heard

Then by his side something  started to rise

A gelatinous goo that matched his size

That goo started to bubble and morph

And his heart was prickled with discourse

Suddenly there stood before his eyes

An awfully upsetting and disturbing surprise 


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