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Feb 2013
he came to me
three times at night
we bore a child
in stark moonlight

we chanted loud
we spoke forth proud
she came to us
upon a cloud

her blackened clothes
with every stitch
spoke of her origin
she was a cosmic witch

her raven hair
shone with the moon
she spoke of
evil, impending doom

your child, she said
will haunt your dreams
for she is not quite what she seems

she is a devil in disguise
don't be fooled by innocent eyes

she will cause harm to all who's near
but if you listen, you need not fear

just heed my warning, my advice
you must make the ultimate sacrifice

draw a circle on the grassy floor
and inside it lay what you did bore

make an offering unto the grey
and wait for the wolves to take her away
Sylvanas Blackwolf
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