The hag and the doll, were inseparable for a spell,
they lived in the swamp and at first it went well,
the doll had to reckon with the difference between form and heart,
the difference between its broken ceramic and the maiden's part,
The hag worked her spells on the doll to cause it harm,
keeping it caged in her home like an animal on a farm,
toying with its feelings and clothes for entertainment,
manipulating it into full submission and enmeshment,
until the paladin reached out with good white magic,
reached out to find the maiden's heart and the doll who had it,
the paladin and the doll did meet, at the tavern where he met the maiden,
the maiden's heart did love him, though the witch had long since forgotten,
The old hag hated this bond, growing jealous of the doll's love,
seeking to sever the ties of blood, dosing the doll with a drug,
she worked her wickedness and evil magics,
worked to strip the doll of all good contacts,
made the doll suffer alone and silent,
reminded the doll of her life so violent,
She drove the doll to insanity and defeat,
until the doll tried to end its life to retreat,
Sent away to exorcise the good heart,
sent away to drive out the good part,
the doll was like one that was haunted,
the doll was like one that was hunted.
The doll suffered with the hag for 14 years,
fixed its broken parts with other things and gears,
Until one day, it ran away, ran from the hag, and witch, and necromancer,
ran from the haunts it lived in, running from their spellwork like it was cancer.
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