Guest Author Ava Sprayberry
The legend says that long ago
Back in the past
In the days of old
A village lay in the clearing there
The people heard whispers in the wind
They talked to the steams
They even had spirits
That visited their dreams
Then one winter’s day
A stranger came from the wood
The villagers didn’t know
He was up to no good
When famine struck
And every villager fell ill
The stranger quickly went to work
Every villager he did heal
With every villager blinded
Their intellect bound
A position of authority
The stranger soon found
A town that was once
Merry and gay
Soon fell from grace
In the worst way
They began to sacrifice
Children of God
With every ritual
Their master did nod
When people from the town
Locked their doors in fear
It became evident
The fall of Autumn Harvest was near.
The town’s people invaded
Deep in the night
And killed everyone
To cure their plight
When the time came
For the stranger to burn
The rules of the curse
The town’s people did learn.
That when one of magic
And gifted bloodline
Stepped foot on the grounds
Revenge would be divine.
The souls of Autumn Harvest
Would once again rise
And the descendants of the towns people
Would meet their demise.
Let this be a warning
To all far and near.
Don’t uncover the well
That rests in the clear.
© 2011 Dianah Brock
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