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She'd turn a man to stone, with just a smile
In the land of Westeros, where dragons once soared,
There lived a witch, so feared and adored.
Her power was great, her magic so strong,
But her heart was dark, and her deeds were wrong.
Her name was whispered, with trembling fear,
For those who crossed her, knew death was near.
Her eyes glow red, in the dead of night,
And her cackle could send chills with fright.
The Witch of Westeros, with hair so black,
Would summon demons, with a single crack.
Her spells were deadly, her curses so vile,
She’d turn a man to stone, with just a smile.
She’d call upon the spirits, of those who’d passed,
And make them rise, from the grave so fast.
She’d control their minds, with a flick of her wrists,
And make them do her bidding, with a twist.
The Witch of Westeros, so beautiful and fair,
Had a heart so cold, she didn’t seem to care.
She’d cast spell of love, but they’d turn to hate,
And those who loved her, met a gruesome fate.
No one knew, how long she’d be around,
Or where she came from, or what she’d found.
But everyone knew, to stay far away,
For the Witch of Westeros, had a price to pay.
So if you find yourself, in the land of the dead,
And her a cackle, in the night ahead,
Beware the Witch of Westeros, for she’s not kind,
And once she catches you, you’ll never find.
