Her face had the black-blue shine of coal.
Her one bony tooth was red like rust.
Her hair was thick and dense and gray
like brushwood in a dying forest.
In her head was one eye like a pool,
swifter than a star in the winter sky.
That one stone eye in the hag's head
moved quicker than mackerel after a lure.
--Scottish song about the hag goddess
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