A sprinkle of dragons blood, and enchanted roots but just the nub.
A dash and swirl Black fairy dust, a bit of metal thats turned to rust.
Swirl the pot and whisper a chant, now make one wish for it shall grant.
Bottle and wrap now ready to send, perfect and ready just for a friend.
YOU ARE READING
The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
