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There is a goldfish To devotedly cherish Until it can accomplish Its earnest wish.

A magniloquent vampire soon shall fool To spill a virgin's sweet nectar That shall be a crimson pool For himself to drink beneath the pagan's altar.

At the night of the devil's fire, Witches shall rise up to greatly tire Unwary travelers with impish tricks While flying on their broomsticks.

A witch brewed a potion with a wolfsbane To have a fiercesome werewolf ultimately slain, For the bestial nature of a man is in the reign.

A daffodil Grows and blooms upon a hill To fight off the chill.

Hera, oh blooming flower of marriage, Smite those who dare to dishonor the vow of loyalty. Let them know the wrath born of such a betrayal Before they can bring more agony To ones who are still in their cages Of oath that need to be broken immediately.

Hestia, oh divine fireplace, Burning and yet warm grace That will offer an embrace To even one without a place, May you be the space None can ever displace.

Eris, oh bringer of strife, May you offer a golden apple of immortal life For the most beautiful goddess there can ever be Without telling anyone about her identity So that there is a chance For a hero's story to advance.