Tales of Captain Crow - Chapter 23: The Legend of Gwen Batterbie

Tales of Captain Crow, chapter 23 The legend of Gwen Batterbie There's not a soul on the sea that doesn't shudder When a blood moon rises in the night sky It's a sign they say A sign that a deal has been mad with none other than Gwen Batterbie The notorious weapons dealer and practitioner of the dark arts They say she'd lived for a thousand years Promising to fulfill any sea fellow's desire for revenge But it comes at a terrible price For those who enter a pact with Gwen Batterbie are forever lost To find her, one must sail to Murkish Island A barren rock on the edge of the known world And refuge for pirates and outlaws Those who climb the broken stairs that whine their way to Batterbie's lair Are driven by delusion Believing it will be them among all others Who will escape the spider's web Those fool enough to enter her terrible workshop Will find themselves transported to the realm of nightmares The burning smell of sulphur, the heat of the furnace And the grinding of the mill conspire to overwhelm the senses And to look upon her is to gaze into the abyss To approach her Is to walk away from your own humanity To behold her mortal form bent by centuries of work Is to write one's final chapter To see her scornful smile and her malevolent gaze Is to look into the face of death itself Yet, she's but a mirror A reflection of one's own twisted desires For it is the beholder, not Gwen Batterbie Who is the architect of their destruction Ooh, I love a good scary story I like to meet that Gwen Batterbie one day See if she's as bad as they say Might just need a hug or something Maybe she's hungry I know when I'm hungry, I'm awful