Thread:Bane of Potato/@comment-29604386-20170421100920/@comment-29604386-20170421101859

when the first had given birth, then all the birds did sing. her screaming cries did shake the skies, as she called out for her King.

by doctor’s blade the second bade a life into the world. untimely hewn neath a silent moon, the King’s red flag unfurled.

his bride the third remained unheard, her cries for help ignored. she stopped her life with a surgeon’s knife, and gave it to Our Lord.

the fourth prepares a dagger and places it at her heart. the perfect cure cannot make pure what the King has set apart.

the fifth one’s crown was bearing down upon the fox’s set. the den was sundered with mighty thunder, an apocalypse beget.

on the sixth’s day, the walls gave way, and the oceans turned to ash. her birth gave work, as the earth shook, underneath the King’s fell lash

the seventh bride will break the tides the moon no more will shine. there comes a day not far away she’ll birth the death of time.