The Three Witches

I had a feeling the wood would burn once we gathered the witches and the sticks. There’s three: the witch of sex, the witch of drugs and the witch of violence. Black, blonde, red. They, in their craft, have given coal to the knights of Hinglewood—the rival—the enemy. Here, one knight held the coal in his open palms and it evolved into diamonds over a small span of minutes. The heresy was caught by the eyes of a woman in the forest and when the clerics found out, sex was made illegal, drugs were turned to poison and violence...violence combusted. The witches were burned at the stake and with diamonds tucked in a sack, the knights embroidered shields with the pictures of blood—a helix. Then, they inserted a diamond in the handle of each weapon and their swords and axes were able to cut through any element. Their shields preserved their lives infinitely. It was hectic: the clerics and the mobs that the clerics controlled and who controlled the clerics were thrashed and smashed and cut to pieces.