Death Does Not Become Me....

Eagles fly alone, but sheep flock together. People are funny. Awhile ago, I was approached by a lady named Plagasgraw. She informed me that she was the Grand Mistressorother of a sisterhood called the Coven. Isn't that nice? , I thought, Some person of status actually talking to me. She wanted to explain to me what The Coven was, a group of women that worship the Goddess. I still don't know what Goddess this is. I don't understand people when they're vague, Zillahface can vouch for that. I'm not smart in the whole pagan thing, but isn't a coven a group of witches? , I asked, and she replied, Oh no no no, you just have to be a woman to be in this club! And she sadly admitted that her circle of sisters was dwindling in numbers, and my enrollment would help liven the place up. This gave me alot to think about, so I asked for some time to twirl it over in my brain. Days went by, and it consumed me. It's a moral dilemma, you see, for a gypsy to go and

This is one of my favorite stories that my uncle told around the fire. The Creation of the Violin In a hut on a mountain, in a fair forest, lived a girl with her four brothers, her father, and her mother. The sister loved a handsome rich huntsman, who often ranged the forest, but who would never speak to the pretty girl. Mara wept day and night, because the handsome man never came near her. She often spoke to him, but he never answered, and went on his way. She sang the song: 'Dear man from a far country, Slip your hand into mine; Clasp me, an you will, in your arms; Lovingly will I kiss you.' She sang it often and often, but he paid no heed. Knowing now no other succour, she called the devil. 'O devil, help me.' The devil came, holding a mirror in his hand, and asked what she wanted. Mara told him her story and bemoaned to him her sorrow. 'If that's all,' said the devil, 'I can help you. I'll give you this. Show it to your beloved, and you'll