Graeae
Amidst a desolate donjon unwalled,
A searing cauldron simmered and stalled,
The process of some witchy hocus pocus uncalled,
When Deino seethed and spewed words enthralled,
"Bumble, Crumble, Tumble and Stumble,
we are the three sisters who only brew trouble.
Add me some newt's eye, fill me with a draught of bubble,
Get me some water from treacherous seas, feed me the human hubble,
"Bring me the toad, get me some blood of mermaids double,
Cause' we are the three sisters who only brew trouble."
Thence Enyo and Pemphredo fulfilled,
As they each chanted and trilled,
Whilst seeking to concote a draft skilled,
In causing havoc to the mainland instilled,
To make believe into the world of their craft thrilled,
They danced around, conjuring the future with some voodoo and some trickery milled,
When Deino hollared in horror at the foreboding sense of ill,
The sisters were left aghast and shrilled,
As the enigmatic embers curved around the scorched fires of the kettle and stilled,
Interceding the visions of what was to come, Enyo wailed,
"To help a human is a sin,
to us this is a mockery chagrin,
The future is our puppet, our kin,
to transform and to win,
is but a necessity we shall spin,
Come along sisters, and change thy skin,
as we venture into the world of corruption from within."
Hence fled the sisters disguised,
Tempestuous storms strewn and webbed into their lies,
Cackled, Pemphredo when she saw the human in her size,
As Enyo approached the little girl and looked into her eyes,
"You are to reign and rule wise,
Yet I see something in you that states otherwise,
We have come long and far just to see if this ties,
To the fortune you possess in the wake of your rise."
Whence the little girl incoherently babbled in response to their insight,
Deino urged her sisters so as to stain their hearing and decide,
But Pemphredo was unwilling to heed to her advice,
"Kill her, she is but a threat,
a human to forsake and beset,
I urge you both to pay heed to my bet,
she will only be the cause of our regret."
Yet Deino and Enyo were all set,
To help the girl in achieving her destiny onset,
When Enyo rebuked Pemphredo's endeavors offset,
"This is to be, dear sister,
she is our future now and forever,
A reincarnation she surely is of our endeavors,
embrace Claudine, the fourth of our Graeae saviour,
She will give us a new name and sever,
Our ties to the religion of witchcraft for the better,
She shall be the dawn of us old hags now more than ever,
Fret not for she will be one and the only divinely ruler,
Too fruitful this prophecy is to the clever,
This is to be, dear sister."
Thence Deino chanted hymns of blessings in her favour,
Whilst Enyo presented to her the flowers from the lake of Avador,
But Pemphredo was still unwilling to comply with her sister's aver,
Though reading into Claudine's future had made her slightly waver,
Gathering the little girl safely and with a quaver,
Sung their old tale like a raver,
"Bumble, Crumble, Tumble and Stumble,
we are the three sisters who only brew trouble."
And onward they flew with her to their castle,
Surely this would seem to the onlooker as a complex razzle,
Behold the Graeae sisters and their splendid dazzle.
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