Wroth Of The Beldam

Cauldron bubble,

Coffer churn,

Spelling trouble,

As candles burn,

The witch doth cackle,

Around her darken brew,

As the fire ebb and spackle,

And liquid changes to violent hue,

Death for the king,

And for his queen,

Darkness and despair I will bring,

From my hovel unseen,

Long dead shalt rise from their tomb,

And crops shalt wilt unto the ground,

The sky be painted black with doom,

And terror and chaos abound,

Then being worn down,

Shalt I offer solace to them,

And take my place with scepter and crown,

Wearing the visage of a friend,

O woe to thee foolish man,

That thou hast scorned me,

And what I will and can,

O shall you see me,

Down below where you shall rest,

I on thine own throne,

Seated amongst your very best,

Naught shall thee attone,

O woe to thee that you did deny,

When I offered my words and wisdom,

And you did decry,

And thusly your line is done,

Enjoy the dirty dust,

And the wriggling worm,

The danken must,

To reside etern.