Witchcraft poem.

Witches Brew

 

Yidhra blends the perfect herbs,

Collecting all the ancient verbs.

Making a mystery out of Nature,

Never ever does she ager.

 

Nobody ever heard of her,

Except Nature, in all its blur.

Worshipers only by the Gate,

The Witching Hour draws late.

 

Boil, alchemistic perfect brew,

Let the right balance be true!

By powers of the stars above,

This is a potion of Love...


Submitted: June 24, 2022

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