| By their own will and their sworn vow |
| Since the blind cock on dunghill crowed |
| It was too late for them now |
| For all that they had come to know |
| They'd pledged a soul unto St. Toad |
| By their own will and their sworn vow |
| Since first they'd read 'The Golden Bough' |
| And walked the spiral winding road |
| It was too late for them now |
| Omens were seen, the farrowing sow |
| Birthed wizened piglet things that glowed |
| By their own will and their sworn vow |
| They'd seen the red-eyed white-winged Clough |
| Perched on the roof of their abode |
| It was too late for them now |
| The weakest one, whose power was low! |
| Would be the sacrifice they owed |
| By their own will and their sworn vow |
| It was too late for them now. |
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
The Price
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