I brew a potion
Day and night,
For I’m in love, my noble knight.
I pluck, and cut, and squeeze, and tear
A mermaid’s blood
A phoenix’s tear.
Your summer dream,
Your winter thought,
All goes inside my brewing pot.
Three drops of love,
A pinch of doubt
Complete my blood-red, mellow stout.
Behold, old world,
My noble knight
Invented jealousy tonight.
And I don’t rest
I know no ease
Until I cure this disease.
An evil serpent
In my gut
Casts dreadful spells upon my heart.
I brew a potion
Day and night
I want un-love my noble knight.
Witchcraft
© Copyright: Анна Лия, 2014
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