The witch, Rowena of the Wild sits in her hut,
now barren from a petty thief’s skullduggery.
A cause to call out to the void, but what
should she bring forth as punishment for thuggery?
She roots about in the remainder of her tomes.
and thumbs a spellbook pulled out from a hidden cache.
A head that aches with no reprieve; a mouth that foams
eleven days — the first signs of her succotash.
Over the brew she strings a small homunculus —
the boiling steam will fan a fever in the cur —
and in the dreams it brings appears a succubus
to cling to psyche’s walls and prick it like a bur.
And when the rat is spoiled and writhing on the ground,
Rowena’s Eye will show her wolf the treat it’s found.
Entered by: 0x63a3…4560 and preserved on chain (see transaction)
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