Skin once supple, smooth and fair,Now be coarse and thick!
Arms once held aloft in prayer,
Now be branch and stick!
Feet that danced 'round autumn glade,
Now deep begin to dig!
Hair that fell in dark cascade,
Now be leaf and twig!
Thy roots now clothed in twilight mist,
Thy leaves rattle their sad tune,
Thy branches by cold starlight kissed,
Beneath a Hunter's Moon.
Something a little more illustrative than usual, complete with over-the-top-fantasy spell/curse thing. I've said it before, I'll say it again: I happen to LIKE over-the-top-fantasy, dammit!
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