It was an eye for an eye In times gone by A life when they lived to trade So if you enter her home Where you are free to roam Be sure when you leave You have paid.
Toss a coin into the air Make a wish, leave it there Listen to the whispers on the wind Hear echoes of the past Telling tales of those who sinned Take the beauty And make the memory forever last
The Belle, of Yeavering Bell Is watching you I tell To be sure, her hospitality is repaid Nothing is for free Not in the past, or now, you see So pay your way to have no need to be afraid
You’ll be cursed if you don’t heed To repay the Belle out of greed For ill gains, you will now be in her debt As she guards her sacred home Where her ancestors roamed You’ll live a life that you surely will regret
Hi, Bernician, ...be sure, her hospitality is repaid... makes it sound like a service, not hospitality; and a debt, if unpaid, one might take to an early grave. Thanks for sharing this intriguing write. I hope you are managing to stay safe during the challenging days of sequestering and masks.
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...be sure, her hospitality is repaid... makes it sound like a service, not hospitality; and a debt, if unpaid, one might take to an early grave. Thanks for sharing this intriguing write. I hope you are managing to stay safe during the challenging days of sequestering and masks.