Sprinkle of this,

thistle of that,

wrinkle hag skin hydrated within absinthe scraps;

A brew spurting of wroth,

toes grown from a sworn troth,

fresh wings from the flapping moth

Comatose serum thrown in for the pleasures reaction,

Round – n – scrounge teed bit detractions,

left about from post potions grimed together extractions,

once more of a twirl,

see sweeping rifts wallop towards those whom swear mine spirit churled.