where the banshees pace and tear their hair,
hidden by green in the Toad Queen's bower
I awaited no other's kiss for fair.
I slew the crone who had worked the spell,
shed my skin and shook out my hair...
behold my Palace risen from Hell,
and cross at my pleasure the blood-pinked stair.
for the name prompt at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
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