A Hex

A Hex

Thrice the sun hath set and rose
Thrice and once the moon has glow’d
The stars call an end to woes

Step widdershins ’round the cauldron black
In it goes the poisoned sack
With bitter nettle and stinging thorn
Ninety days ago was born
That was raised in moonlight’s silver glow
In salted water it go

To brew a hex and make it so strong
Ccurse the one who did me wrong
In the pot will the Sowthistle boil
Triple my foe’s work and toil

Stalk of swamp laurel, bitter root seed
Alectra, spotted knapweed
Nodding thistle and Lady’s-Thumb pink
In the brew as black as ink

Hoary Allysym, Hoary Cress ‘ere
Night-flowering Catchfly hair
Hound’s-tongue toss’d into the mix with gorse
Yellow dodder and seahorse

Milky juice of skeletonweed’s head
Baby’s-breath and Pigweed red
Delivered by a night’s edge fairy
Witchgrass last, soft and hairy

Let my foe’s troubles be one plus two
Stir with gold this noxious brew
I praise Thee Hecate of the Roads
She appears in darkened robes
The taste of vengence is sour and sweet
Haunt my foe where three roads meet

So Mote It Be