A son was born to a poor peasant.
A foul old woman stepped inside
The hut, with trembling bony fingers
Clawing her tangled locks aside.
And when the midwife wasn't looking,
Across towards that babe she reached.
And with her gnarled, misshapen fingers
His cheek she very lightly touched.
Mumbling weird words and slowly tapping
Her crooked stick, she went away.
Nobody knew what charm she'd woven,
And so the years went duly by -
The secret spell came to fulfilment:
In life, much sorrow came to him
But happiness, and joy, and true love
Fled the dark sign upon the skin.
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A questionable piece, but I enjoyed it. It was written very well. Why would sorrow come to hime, yet happiness,joy and true love as well from his dark sign?
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you should write a book. this was pretty good and it seems like there was so much more to say that you didnt. maybe ill look at some more of your work and see if theres any more good work.
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Great write, it tells a good story, and has a nice flow to it, making it easy to read
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Wow This is really Good. I read this & it gave me cold chills. I think I might read more of your work Great job. -
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wow!! very puzzleing peice it gives little meaning and lets the audience wonder. -
An amazing story, it sounds like the basis of a longer book you should write. The line "But happiness, and joy, and true lovefled the dark sign upon the skin" just speaks of modernday social standards.
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