![]() Three diabolical hagsA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock![]() A tale of horror.![]() They were three old hags, they had bat wings in their bags. They enjoyed the creepy things, creatures slithering and crawling with stings. They would sing around the fire, evil, for the devil, their desire. They would cast dark spells, raise torments and many hells. They had virgins for sacrifice, around seven would suffice. They turned brave men into mice, and even when young, never were nice. Woe to the poor fool, trapped in the witch's tool. To the core, they were rotten and cruel, and bullets would not kill them in any fair duel. They were servants of Satan, murdered a boy named Nathan, and a girl named Susan, they were completely inhuman. They ate the flesh from the corpses, savouring without remorses. They rode three black horses. They were powerful diabolical forces.
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