Witches Brew (poem)

Witches Brew

Don't ever drink from a witches brew,
If this drink, is ever offered to you,
It is made only to place a curse,
Upon the person who drinks it first.

Made with bat ears and children's toes,
Three whiskers from a rabbits nose,
The index finger from a sailors hand,
Swamp gas and moss is thrown on in.

Stirred three times, counter clockwise,
Then you add in, two blind man's eyes,
A silver coin, from a dead man's purse,
You stir it again, then make your curse.

Once the moon is at its brightest,
You use a black candle, when you light it.
Wait until the flames, start to subside,
Then add a single tear, from a widows eye.

You pour it in, a thousand year old cup,
Say the curse thrice, then drink some up,
Before the next moon, it must be used,
Or the power of the curse, you will lose.

Don't ever drink from a witches brew,
If this drink is ever offered to you,
It is made only to place a curse,
Upon the person who drinks it first.


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