Virgin blood stains the ground a flock of crows all around , a young witch amist all this, its not as dark as it seems the crows her familiars no source of dread the blood her own caught on her shears, from pruning her plants, you see the girl and think the worst, she has done no wrong has placed no curse , all you see are blood and crows and things of "evil or causeing harm" when all she had done, a slip of her hand pruneing her plant all you see is evil, when truely there is none, just a girl,her pets,plants, and a slip of the hand.
