The Spell

couldron swells with wicked brew

witches gather, witches murmur

ancient spell of blackest night

when gods ride the misty chariots

the curses, charms, all enchanted

wolves and ravens guide their words

count the bones

count the skulls

throw rosemary, for remembrance

give me thyme and give me saffron

hags change fates this night of black

the gods laugh

the world spins

a spell is forged from within

and the wild dance just begins

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