Witches' Brew

Deathless Legacy

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A pinch of hate
chopped tongue of a snake
stir well use the scoop
pretend it’s a soup

Make sure of the heat
To boil has the heap
of bats and fresh hair
The rats are unfair
They escape in the blink of an eye

We are the witches
No time to waste
You make your last wish
There’s something to taste

Witches’ Brew

Don’t taste the spoon
or you’ll be dead soon
now add crow’s feather
the tails of two lizards
to taste some tears
of children and nails
don’t forget the snail
but remove the shell
now wait the full moon and serve