I've dragged this out of the depths of the archives and given it a makeover! I've also just revised the last stanza to make it less moralistic more humorous/sardonic.
I've chosen Elderberry as there is a lot of folklore connected with the elder tree. The branches signify remorse and flowers sorrow. Elderberries are said to soothe sore nerves. Witches have been connected with the elderberry tree. (and lots more)
The Witch’s Potion
Contempt is sprinkled with a pinch of pique and slowly added to her odious pot. She whisks some spite into the mix to wreak revenge. It bubbles until piping hot.
Enticed, you sniff the effervescent brew and salivating test a morsel first, but soon you're hooked on ladles of her stew and gobble quickly, unaware it's cursed.
Awakening, Chimera's madness surges through your body, bending as it shakes with rage. Unleashed, your tongue succumbs to urges bludgeoning your prey until he quakes.
As anger ebbs away the victim grieves and burnt with guilt you vow a change of heart. but impish temptress cackles as she leaves I'm sure you'll love my elderberry tart.
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Awakening, Chimera's madness surges through your blood and hands begin to shake with rage. Unleashed, your tongue succumbs to urges bludgeoning your prey until he aches.
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Remorse comes late to ease your victim's woes. When anger ebbs away, the crone departs, mischievously she cackles as she goes 'I'm sure you'll love my elderberry tart.'
----------------------------------- original last stanza was: Remorse comes late to ease your victim's woes. As anger ebbs away, the temptress leaves her mischief made - but just before she goes you hear her cackle, What did that achieve?
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