On the winter night, a voice came from westward, seeming much like a lost owl, but stolen was stolen by a Lady.
She's Shota; witch of Belgemount.
She swore her throat to the throne of Belgemount, but needn't kill her Lord.
Forth night ago, she flew westward, because she had to pay the price of magic.
She couldn't surrender her throat like the beast of Belgemount; her father to the knights as they slew her to weakness.
She calls vengeance, and when she strikes. 'Belgemount would have to offer her death.
She's Shota; witch of Belgemount.
She swore her throat to the throne of Belgemount, but needn't kill her Lord.
Forth night ago, she flew westward, because she had to pay the price of magic.
She couldn't surrender her throat like the beast of Belgemount; her father to the knights as they slew her to weakness.
She calls vengeance, and when she strikes. 'Belgemount would have to offer her death.
