A village cloaked in mist and lore, By the rugged, whispering shore, There dwelt a woman, pale and meek, Her hair, like night without a star, Veiled secrets that had traveled far. For within her, in silent wrath, Lurked an octopus's shadowy path. Its tentacles, a hidden blight, Twisted in her soul, out of sight. By day a specter, by night more, A creature of the deep sea's floor. In her mouth, a Read more...