• Boiling and bubbling in a cauldron; a hot concoction.
    Wicked enough to save any being from foreign invaders.
    Stir it up.
    Mix it around.
    Combine everything evenly.

    Add a dash of this, a pinch of that.
    The stew is churning up nicely.
    Stir it up.
    A silver spoon to mix the poison.

    Essence of berry and honey.
    For sanity over the sweating mind.
    Drop in a little blood of the dove for that peace you will need to drink it down.

    You will be defeated, this demonic beast from hell.
    Writhe in your skin and shake your bones.
    Taste the seething hatred that I have for you.

    The cauldron goo is almost done.
    Add another dash of this; a purple flower with sweet scent.
    A splash of that; wood from a deadly plant to kill what is killing the flesh.
    Don’t forget the seed of an oak.
    It’ll stand tall and strong against anything.

    Give it another stir and then let it simmer.
    Bubbling and rolling, steaming and curling, wrapping and enticing.

    The bells chime in the distance.
    It is ready.
    A glass ball with a mouth at the top.
    The bubbling simmers.
    Scoop up the thick fighter and fit it into the carrier.

    It’s almost full, so I’ll add one last thing before you drink it.
    Love…
    Because I don’t want to lose you.
    You are special to me.
    I cork it.
    Glowing pink and green.

    Drink it down and feels its magick start to work.
    Spread throughout your body and let it stew.
    Cleanse you of the foreign body.

    I made that elixir…
    Please, have the strength for tomorrow.

    © November 25, 2009