20 Christen Kessler The tale of two sisters is one filled with woe; One blessed by a dove, the other a crow. They both were imbued with beauty and grace, Donning dresses of satin and lace. The Dove flew the garden, the village, the home. The Crow flew the woods, the river, the loam. A prince came along, and the Dove got hitched, Leaving the Crow to be labeled a witch. While the Dove got the man, the castle, the ball, The Crow got chased out, hated by all. Alone in the woods the Crow stood fast, And an evil curse on the village, she cast. No one in the village could enter or leave, There they were stuck until All Hallows’ Eve. Pleased with her work, the Crow turned to flee, But she suddenly turned to a crooked, old tree. The Crow herself was trapped in her spell, Locked forever in her own magic cell. the dove and the crow
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