Witches Brew


Broth of boy gently brewed
fingers of girl roughly stewed
eye of frog and hair of dog
also five quills of a hedgehog

Stir and stir the witch's brew
until it is as thick as stew
grants eternal life if brewed right
it must be done under a blood moon's light

And with a virgin's sacrifice
the correct words must be chanted twice
for if you were to mess up this spell
then POP will go your every blood cell.

06/01/2020



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-06 at 00:31

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
This is quite well-written. Reminds me of three witches from Macbeth. :)
2020-01-06