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The Elfin Cannibal
The Elfin Cannibal
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The first is betrayal, the second midnight
The third one will take away your heart's delight.
The fourth, though no candle, will cost you your fame
The fifth and your memories go up in flame.
And then comes the sixth one to light you up red
The seventh candle will chop off your head.
If you should gain them all, you inquire?
Why then you have fulfilled No One's desire.

DO you recall how the Hunger began?
I'm sorry, my darling, I don't think I can!
OUT past the High Wilderness and beyond
I fear I've gone Seeking, for of Him I'm fond.
--The Elfin Cannibal

Seven scars, seven chains, a soul too stained for Hell, and seven sainted candles burning at the well.

Gone to Grieve on the 17th day of the 7th month, 1897.
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Continuing on from this point, you (once more) dismiss the out
as you depart for your voyage without any doubts.
And so you row, and row, and row some more,
row, row, row, row, until henceforth nevermore.

Will sometimes return to post absurdity.
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