About Magic Brewing

I wait…
And at last full moon came
I gathered mushrooms and weeds,
Spiders and toads once again

All of them are in my cauldron
They become an awful broth
It’s pretty hard to brew
A poisonous drink

Boil, boil the dark water
Give me, give your ill scent
From toadstools and black weeds
I am brewing a deadly drink

It gets dusky…
The Sun sinks in forest lake
I carry out my cauldron
Set it under an old ash tree

From the gifts of nature
I steal the secret poison
By ancient recipes tonight
I’m brewing a liquid death
At midnight I say

Awful words from magic book
And it means that
My potion is ready