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What the Călușari Could Not Cure
witchsnook
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Stamp the floor... hold the line... hold the line...
They came dressed in ribboned white
Staves and herbs against the night
Stamped the floor and split the smoke
Named the saints and older folk
Circles drawn around my bed
Iron laid beside my head
Yet the thing beneath my chest
Only laughed and made its nest
Step and turn
Step and turn
Still it does not leave
Step and turn
Step and turn
Still it does not leave
What the Călușari could not cure
Took the marrow, took the core
What the dancers could not break
Rose again at every wake
What the Călușari could not bind
Left its mark beneath my mind
What the dancers could not sever
Stayed and settled there forever
Still it stays... still it stays... still it stays...
By dawn they would not meet my eyes
Even healers fear some ties
Ash had cooled and bells were still
Yet something lingered by its will
The ribbons hung without a sound
No answer left within the ground
No prayer crossed the room again
No hand would draw the ring again
What the Călușari could not cure
Took the marrow, took the core
What the dancers could not break
Rose again at every wake
What the Călușari could not save
Followed me beyond the grave
What the dancers could not move
Remained with nothing left to prove
Could not cure... still it stays... could not cure...