"Hush now, hush now, don't you speak,
Tacete, tacete, she hunts this week.
Teeth of black and hands so red,
She sleeps beneath your little bed."
"Once eye open, one eye gone,
Oculus mortis, gaze of none.
Bones she ties with spider thread,
She braids the hair of all the dead."
Olim erat puella sicut ego,
Nunc nihil nisi cineres.
Amorem petivit, sed omnia ceciderunt.
Nunc cantat illis qui cadunt.
"Once she played and once she prayed,
Beneath the tree where nulla lux stayed.
They burned her heart, they took her name,
Now every child must chant the same."
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"Say it once and you will bleed,
Dic una, and she will feed.
Say it twice—begin to run,
Dic bis—and she becomes one.
Say it thrice, and end your cry,
Dic ter—she's standing by."
The children sing ,Tales are told and darkness is spread.She takes those whom she sees best.Where they go and what happened to them..No one ever knows.As once the the town of peace Ashvale ...now filled with cries and fear alone.Centuries pass,People stop looking but still yet on every month's 25-27th..children go missing,several of them.For there is a saying in this town of Ashvale "If you see the Red rose bloom,Just know that your fate is doomed"