Truth Be Told
No-One Needs A Reason To Celebrate
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The varied stories of Gale Anor
late summer, 1583
Sorted tales of Marker Manor
and 6 missing ships out on the sea
A wild fable or a myth
at least that's what we all believed
Until that day of summer solstice
when we learned, we'd been deceived
Everyone gathered in the village
just beyond the willow trees
To view the ones adorned with privilege
my sister, Emma, mama and me
The town was bustling with commotion
sweet magic floated in the air
We'd foregone any foretold notion
about the stories of despair
The town sat nestled by the ocean
in an inlet, full of trade
There, lived witch, with magic potions
deep in the shadows of nightshade
She mixed her brew and sold it daily
crafting spells and voodoo dolls
The folks around thought she was crazy
baring tattoos of sailor skulls
She weaved her tales and forged her stories
fear fed her every appetite
Each time she told it grew more gory
the missing ships, her favorite
My sister longed to know her fortune
my mother begged her, stay away
But she called on the ol' sea urchin
paid her high toll, anyway
We stayed outside, we dare not enter
we heard her screams, but did not go
My mama's tears, once soft and tender
now like a raging river flowed
For in the darkness of her nightshade
my sister's soul was cut away
To find the answers of the handmaid
the cost much more than she could pay
Her love, the captain of the sixth ship
the last to meet its fateful end
He'd vowed to have her powers stripped
so, to his death, he was condemned
My sister, full of rage exploded
she swore her lover to avenge
The witch her weaknesses exploited
and poured on Emma, sweet revenge
My mother grabbed my sister's satchel
within, a spell, she'd cast herself
Though up in age, so far from fragile
and trapped the witch up in her spell
She took the prisoner to the seashore
placed three drops of water on her tongue
Began the first Gale Anor's folklore
forever powerful and young
She trapped her in an incantation
a secret she could never tell
to serve as mama's attestation
she tore from her skin the tattooed skull
She placed the tattoo on her forehead
renewed my sister's soul, to her
The sailor's she had left for dead
showed up, intact, upon the shore
The witch was banished from the village
sent to serve the weakest man
No one could know she'd lost her privilege
bound by mama's strict commands
Mama and I still live among them
to flesh and blood, we were unbound
The power of the witch began then
and when the parties all close down
Mama rises in the late day
the longest day of every year
Protecting ships out in the harbor
and sailors from shadows of fear
The witches' wares still sell at Marker Manor
but cannot reverse my mama's curse
The skulls symbol flies there, as the banner
safety is granted from sea purse
To this day, they still speak of it
they celebrate it in the streets
The day that evil was outwitted
that day a year, magic's complete
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Comments (6)
Awesome!!! Absolutely loved it!!!1💕❤️❤️
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Magnificent! Epic! You have set the bar high for anyone who enters this challenge, Kelli!
I could believe this had been around a century or two.
Anything can happen during the longest day of the year. What a read good work.
Loved the feel of a different time in life and the lore...well done :)