A LESSON IN WITCHCRAFT

A single poisoned arrow
Designed for a betrayer
A render of the flesh
And a destroyer of bliss
Monsters were made to be slain
This was no different
There can be no happiness
But there can be a remedy
For a shattered stone heart
A blast of the purest malevolence
Sent to a oblivious swine too strung out
On their own drug of choice:
Themselves...

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