Scale of a dragon,
A pinch of broken heart.
Newts eye,
Willow torn a part.
Dashes of nightshade,
Clothing from the dead.
A family secret,
Written in lead.
Tongue of a snake
A lock of human hair.
Incantation from a chosen one,
In our witches lair.
Potion successfully brewed,
Now there's just vials to fill.
A dangerous potent potion
With the ability to kill.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
I'm standing in the kitchen, Huddled over pans and pots, With a cloak around my frigid neck, And thoughts in dashing dots.
The music was pounding, And our blood was charging. The room was lit well enough for me to see everything and everyone.
Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble, Double, double, ice and fire, Bring the night to my desire.
Cascading, obsidian fabric rippled in the screeching, icy storm. Merciless, sapphire eyes glittered from under a raven black hood. Ancient symbols filled the chaotic night as the Necromancer chanted.
The night grows dark Eyes seek and follow all around Of animals and insects That know no earthly bounds The only sound that I can hear Hiss and crackling of the fire The potion that it heats so...
#Nightdwellers My eyes turn black, My mouth grows slack, I raise my hands up high. My ears do ring, Up. My hands fling. My hair begins to fly.
#HalloweenParty #TheWitchingHour I gather up my herbs and tools, Excitement in my bones, Anticipation: every step, Despite my old limbs' groans.
@naaviie made me jump!! Almost through a vial at you! But seeing as its you... I'll throw a cookie instead 😜😉😊😘
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