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Tall and Wicked
7 Mar 2011

Tall and wicked abounds this woman
Over a pool of cold cold water she waits
Breathing ever so slowly to not disturb the pool
Inside, impatient this wait she so hates

The spell spoken softly with simple evil lusty words
Dark shimmering murky glow slowly fills the pool
Clearing she begins to see like far away
In a royal garden she sees a girl sitting on a stool

Hair long wavy brown hanging to the ground
Wicked woman growls despising this young beauty
Without looking away she picks up dark bottle
Pulling the stopper she breathes in what comes out smoky

Shiver, shake, tears as eyes go back into head
Moan and gag and then all comes up into the pool
Boil, bubble, stink and turmoil destroy the view
Then cackling laughter as wicked pulls long hair from pool

Dancing about in joyous evil greedy happiness
She takes the long hair to her slave sitting at a loom
Weave me a dress of beauty from this long hair
This is not enough for a dress as slave hangs head in gloom

The wicked grin fills slave with terrible terror
I am not done with my day of hair hunting
More will I bring as I find beauties with the right length
Turning back to her pool she struts off grunting

After the a month the dress is completely done
Tall and wicked she stands before a broken mirror
She twirls and proclaims she is ready for the Queen’s ball
Smiling she knows that she will be the dances terror
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