Saturday, April 23, 2011

Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live

In the olden days, the days of the witch hunts, there was a belief.

When a woman gave herself to the darkness, the Devil arose from Hell, and marked her. The mark of a witch was the devil's mark. It was the colour of strawberries, the shape of a heart, usually found on the left breast.

Old wives' tales, fairystories, you say.

If so, I have escaped the pages of a fairytale.

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