Yidhra The Witch - Part II

In the library of Alexandria
Yidhra was writing and reading;
Copying the ancient scrolls,
Of Eibon, Mhu Thulan and voodoo dolls.

The Elders banished her to 'other realm,
Behind the mirror the demons did overwhelm.
But I took her out of the mirror,
Her life here is much dearer.
In the mirror-realm I placed myself,
The demons will remember oneself.

Protecting of my soul,
The darkness of a ghoul.
Yidhra lives my life now,
I live Hers, it is not allowed.

Eagerly I wait for the Old Ones,
'cause that is what Yidhra does.
As Upper Witch of Them,
She is the ultimate gem!

The End

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