the plot doth thicken...

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the plot doth thicken...
Quicken! Wiccan priestess rides astride a roan mare

   along heather'd moors
Flash! Lightning alights ebony night,

   silhouettes lover lashed to Heathen's Pole

      atop a rock levee, head hangs heavy,

         eyes glazed gaze downward, dead

   

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