Poetry By Willow Dancer

Poetry By Willow Dancer

"Witches Brew"

A dab of this and a drop of that
tattered wing of an old black bat,
dragon blood and crimson thread
thirteen hairs of a deadmans head.

A tiny pinch of graveyard ground
swirl the vessel round and round,
fetch water from a standing pool
add just two drops of lizard drool.

Now just to keep a gentle touch
three grains of sugar, not too much,
and seven herbs add one by one
the spell is cast, the magick done.

Wait ye must the moon to wane
and share it not for gold nor gain,
a charming potion cauldron stew
boil and bubble my witches' brew.