Never cross a gypsy.
Never break her heart.
The moon will split and fall
Like silver coins into a fountain--
Beware the closing in of night.
Never kiss a gypsy.
Never think you can just walk if you do.
All wolves are sisters--
They are silent, so silent,
But nonetheless eloquent in the end.
One thing I forgot to say--
All liars will be found out,
And all paths home are long, uncertain and poorly lit.