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PouchA dark fowl swallow, dark gloomy wallow. A wally black shroud, a wailing black could. She plotted and twisted a hideous Visage. The grim message written in heinous death visions. She stirred at the pot and she hoped for the best. Whatever came next she would surely do nest. She nested and bested and vested invested. She blessed and restes and continued to trot. Sia was alone now. In the snow, left to rot. The blood witch did go on a ritual retreat. She went out hard, she went out deep. She trudged through the ice and the curly black ash. She drugged through and threw back a white snowball sash. An ice ball from yule tide and glorious springs. Sbe went forward now and planted through multiple things. She knew what she wanted and knew it to be true. She knew now just what she would need to do. She summoned the mighty and curious brows. She summoned a dark void tendril and vine cloud.
She took the dark madness and sat on it long. She stewed in meditation and let it give her a song. In the snow she listened now and played out the plot. She listened for ripts but in the snow there was naught. Not a soul to be found, the world was silent there, a moonlit serenade and winter solstice waltz. It was coming up now, it was coming up strong. Soon it would empower with dark Astral moon visions. A dark winters coloring with dark cloud magics and gimmicks. A limerick and writing and knitting and knifing. A Knighton, a blighting, a shiny white kite then. It soared through the air, a tent in the anew. Sinew snow tendrils did erupt like ruptured stew. A twinkling twilight talked tentacles tasties trifled. Jade jogging Jupiter kars jammed jingle jokers. Scares wood snow scarecrows spring up in the dark. According to others, she had no human heart
She took the dark madness and sat on it long. She stewed in meditation and let it give her a song. In the snow she listened now and played out the plot. She listened for ripts but in the snow there was naught. Not a soul to be found, the world was silent there, a moonlit serenade and winter solstice waltz. It was coming up now, it was coming up strong. Soon it would empower with dark Astral moon visions. A dark winters coloring with dark cloud magics and gimmicks. A limerick and writing and knitting and knifing. A Knighton, a blighting, a shiny white kite then. It soared through the air, a tent in the anew. Sinew snow tendrils did erupt like ruptured stew. A twinkling twilight talked tentacles tasties trifled. Jade jogging Jupiter kars jammed jingle jokers. Scares wood snow scarecrows spring up in the dark. According to others, she had no human heart
