They called her a witch. This made her very contrary.

Many thought she was odd and quite scary.

She was often in her garden talking to the moon.

When asked what she grew and tended to she would always reply the same.

Wolfsbane, and hemlock with some lovely poison vine.

She would gleefully laugh and say "if you have a moment or two of time, I shall introduce to the toadstools of mine."

She lived in a small little house with several cats.

She always dressed in black with a odd little pointed hat.

She spent most of her time in her garden very much alone.

Those that came to call or pointed fingers of blame, simply disappeared or were never quite the same.

Rumor has it that she practices magic.

Conjures dark spells.

People often fall unexpectedly ill.

When asked if it's true she merely mysteriously smiles, sipping away at her tea.

If you happen to see her out in the moonlight amongst the trees.

It's in your best interest to rapidly flee.

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