✵ Ballad of the Hexer ✵   By HIH Catherine of Furnestock Princess Imperial c. 1859   In the glow of a full moon’s light, A widowed woman, overcome by fright, Unable to take to from her cottage flight, Fears for her children’s lives.     The fields are quiet, torn by war, Voices ceased forevermore. Ghouls and necrophages roam the earth, A cradle for horror’s birth.   But a coin here and a coin there,