Once among the headlands of this land.

I know that the swamps in holland are nearly no more, and so I know the dread terror of them will once again out off pure refutation rise up and throttle us.

This is a tale about the earliest times of those swamps.. a tale of dread terror and off…

Death in the swamps came to dear ones so their decomposing corpses lit up many a ghostlight.

These tempted peoples with their pleasant greenish yellowish color to come there and drown, being welcomed into their deadly soggy embraces such as the earth had not known much yet.

One day, a young shaman went into the swamp to find his favorite dolmen to worship the dark mother in the form of the great adversary to man. He went there with his canoe, carefully going around the ghostlights till he had come to his final resting place. The dolmen itself of which it was said to hold the spirit off a huntress that once roamed these swamps and hunted man out off refusal over a wart. And there he did his rites to efface himself before his ancestors and cause many a marriage of potential in between his own and the other tribes in the area, securing their hunting grounds for a while. When?

Out off the swamp rose a giant shade… a monster off a beast… that once had ruled here long ago and now it, seeing him, smiled through dreadful teeth that gleamed and glistened like a wet knife.
The shaman had gathered his supplies, deadly nightshade for his spells, when he saw the massive dragon come at him and he yelled out a power word.

The dragon halted in his mired steps… The shaman raised his staff over it’s neck and claimed it’s soul to have his spells enhance.

The monster bellowed out a final word… Your children will here guard… When I no longer do exist their shades will here demand.

Dread sacrifice to dreader lords of ancient mute times off.

The world when it was young and hale.

And so the beast died and slid into the deepened swamp and the shaman went off in his canoe.

Eventually he came home to wife and his three girls, who.

Lived a good but somewhat harsh life amongst the reeds.

And the soul the shaman had stolen from the beast secretly their destinies stole.

The girls grew up, but one by one, they slowly disappeared.

First little blossom went ahead into the swamp and became a ghostlight there.

Warned against this the second one, did not go there for a long time.

Then one day she followed a lover in and left her life down there.

The third one became quite old, and the shaman had long died.

But when she came to rest her bones the swamp sucked her inside.

Eventually they made their death wrapped ways, into the dark off the abyss.

Where now still they haunt the place.

White women of the dolmen.

Dread guardians of the abyss.