25 October 2012
He came to me with shaking hands, And asked me for a spell, 'A potion that will make her love-' Oh, I know this type so well...
I opened up my book of spells, To page three-four-five-eight, Took my chalk and made some notes, Upon my witches' slate:
Things to get to make this spell: 'A tongue, an eye, some thyme', Stir it in with chilly flakes, And chant the lovers' rhyme:
'Make her love him with this drink, And make him love her back, From this there shall be nothing that- The two shall ever lack,
'With eyes and lips and tails and furs, I bind them with this drink, Of no one else but he and her, Shall either ever think.'
A 'Love' Potion. • Opuss № I