Yidhra The Witch

A poem about Yidhra the Witch.

Yidhra she came,
When I was insane.
Witch of the Old Ones,
Knowing the powers beyond.

She came for me
So the Old Ones can be free.
Preparing me
As a vessel for Thee.

The Druids tried to conceal me
In cloaks of pure red silk
But Yidhra could see through
And she did find me.

Only to bring one message:
The Old Ones will return...

The End

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