Prologue: Her Vow
"Let me see. Ah, yes...
I'll start with water
cold and pure, then add
some fire for kick and more.
A root from Cedar, a branch from Oak,
A jagged knife that's killed.
Add blacken ashes that once were bone,
a toe nail, broken, a mossy stone.
They'll make my cauldron bubble
and thud--I'll add a pinch
Of Black Lake mud.
Stir it twice until it steams,
then add a vile of children
screams. Turn up the fire,
and as it simmers gently place
a horses' liver.
One last thing, two yellow eyes
that always see and always find.
My spell, my potion, and my curse
prepare yourself to do your worst.
The town they love will soon be mine.
The town they loved will soon be mine.
Witches of the winds listen, hear
this widow maker's howl.
Witches heed the curse
this widow maker vows. "