Late into the night
The spirit of darkness covered the whole kingdom
Witches of the land roamed freely
Crazy scary voices could be heard
Perhaps of the old gone folks
Guarding the kingdom
But wait
Ye witches of the land
Do not harm that innocent soul
The one disowned by her own people
That loner, lost, forgotten soul
Ye spirits of the darkness
Do not torment that poor girl
The one under the biggest tree
The one scared of the night
Ye natural forces
The one that causes harm
For once protect from harm
She is just an innocent soul…
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