Four Words......The Epic Tale :)

She stored the heads

 

down a deep well

 

She kept her shotgun

 

loaded with rock salt

 

Waiting for wood thieves

 

and trespassing mushroom hunters

 

Naked under the moon

 

Bright, gibbous, and waning.

 

She drank the wine

 

Got drunk and puked

 

Swore off demon drink

 

And ate a mushroom.

 

and magic it was

 

Her psychedelic trip began

 

With all things considered

 

she never looked back

 

It's uphill both ways

 

never seen it coming

 

It came from afar

 

But, lo and behold