Welcome to Legends of Aventress. I'm Nikki and you're listening to Once Upon a Witchlight.

Once upon a Witchlight Hour, the sleeping queen stirred in her tower, and through Brand Halls past lock and key, came to her slumber, dreams of three.

The first brought laughter filled with fright, the second, love

defiled by spite. The third, a world of pure delight. She welcomed these, they were her own,

but soon from porcelain lips agrown, her silvery dreamscape now forsaken, To pain from which she'd not awaken,

Something blighted had come hither, Foul as nightshade creeping thither, From yawn the grave-like

curse did wither.

The little prince swept in his spire, His wounded heart had one desire.

A ballad from the dreaming queen could turn his maelstrom mind serene.

He vowed her rescue, speech sincere, but toys would be his shield and spear, and so he scoured for one full year.

In springtime wreathed in Parenthood, the prince first found a toy of wood, a dulcet, beasts and wild things.

But listen close and each one sings.

A song of child, owl, and bear, a song that calls the spirits there, a song for monsters with much hair.

When summer heat steam like a kettle, the prince then found a toy of metal.

A rocking horse with ashen mane, around its neck was draped a chain.

Its horn and eyes and nose shoot flame, with mighty hooves and sturdy frame, no better steed

one could proclaim.

He searched from Autumn's harvest throne.

The prince then found a toy of bone, lettered blocks stacked to the sky, when turned to words

could only lie.

Deceit known to the Hounds of Hell makes four a potent hex or spell of souls of sin of shadow fell.

Through winter's chill from peak to pass, the prince then found a toy of glass.

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