Truth Be Told

The varied stories of Gale Anor

late summer, 1583

Sorted tales of Marker Manor

and 6 missing ships out on the sea

A wild fable or a myth

at least that’s what we all believed

Until that day of summer solstice

when we learned, we’d been deceived

Everyone gathered in the village

just beyond the willow trees

To view the ones adorned with privilege

my sister, Emma, mama and me

The town was bustling with commotion

sweet magic floated in the air

We’d foregone any foretold notion

about the stories of despair

The town sat nestled by the ocean

in an inlet, full of trade

There, lived witch, with magic potions

deep in the shadows of nightshade

She mixed her brew and sold it daily

crafting spells and voodoo dolls

The folks around thought she was crazy

baring tattoos of sailor skulls