The Crone has hunted and attacked me – stolen from me. Jealous of my youth’s boldness of spirit, she has killed love that belonged to me, leaving it as organic dust fit only to fertilize trees.
But now, I grasp her gnarled, spiteful hands and pull her struggling and railing into me, absorbing from her what she destroyed of me.
I shall feast on her energy and make it a part of my own identity. Vanquishing her, I reclaim my soul and gain fealty.
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