She Was the Ghost of Perdition

Some say they see her when the spring comes to life, others when there are tears from broken hearts. If you listen closely in the forest, you can hear her cries, like the banshees at night. But do not fret my friend, for a gentle heart she carries.

Some call her the Ghost of Perdition, but she is almother of all that is alive.

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