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Brona's Bloom with one leaf more,
Please guard safe the cellar door.
Whatever from the corners scratch,
Sit tight on lintel, mind the latch.
Do not fret on nightmares nearing,
Or eyes behind the jam jars peering.
Do not think on what's below
When silver from the moonbeams flow.
Brona's Bloom with one leaf more,
Please guard safe the cellar door.
(Scribbled below the poem by Antoine.)
Evka, I asked in the village if there was anything they did for luck. We need that too, yes? I learned this poem which is... it's very Lavendel! But the flowers are nice!