When the mists are green like moss,
Turning thicker than a sauce,
Lights will brighten in the gloom,
Sweetly calling to your doom,
'This way! This way to our King!'
Gently wisps will softly sing,
"Feasts await your hungry eyes",
Do not listen to their lies,
Jack will eat your eyes on toast,
Cook your body like a roast,
As you die he likes to gloat,
"From your skin I'll make a coat,
Grind you down into a goo,
Toss your bones into a stew."
Heed this rhyme if you are wise
Don't be taken by his guise.
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Marked For Darkness
FantasySaffron Silverleaf grew up alone in a magical forest with only her Mother. They are the last of the elves. The rest were taken by demons to their cruel king, Jecht. A monster rumored to torture and devour elves alive. However, all is not as black an...
