BEING a most precise and accurate Physick agaynst alle Miasma & Gloomes.

July 3, 2013 § Leave a comment

Take ye onne (1) Chalise Argent of fyne Vinne Gules and playce thereine onne (1) Amethyst of gode qualitie, for ye optickal qualitie of ye gemme be most related to that more empyreal qualitie it holdeth withinne. Twyne about ye Chalise stemme haires from ye Heade of a Youthe of Virtue and playce this whole within view of Her Ladyshippe, ye Moone. Three (3) nightes let it sit under Her gayze and, pon ye thirde nighte, droppe within three (3) prickes of ye own Blood. Drink ye this philtre upon the cock crow as ye burn the Youthes haire pon a flame of charred-cole and yew.

Most assuredly shalt thy infirmityes be quashed, thy energies be fulsomely rewarded.

Due to the curiouse form of Alchemical sigil brought withyne thys Draught when ye Ingredient be transformed as such, calleth be thys Potionne Ye Bloodeflye, for be it akin to ye Butterflye whereby t’is in Butter that venerable Oiles be found and in Bloode where sore-needed Humoures lie.

Ye Bloodeflye

Oiles be naught but adulterated Humoures, sayeth ye Masters, so also be this Draught called ye Oile Ascendant or ye Oile Perehelick.

Mark ye thys welle.

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Hobbledy-Ghost! Oh, Hobbledy-Ghost!

July 1, 2013 § 1 Comment

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Hobbledy-Ghost,
Oh, Hobbledy-Ghost,
I am not scared
of the Hobbledy-Ghost.

Hobbledy-Ghost,
Oh, Hobbledy-Ghost,
We are not scared
of the Hobbledy-Ghost.

We have candle
And we have a book
We have a bell
And a bird on a hook
We will not falter
And we will not sway
We’ll make the Hobbledy-Ghost
Go away

Hobbledy-Ghost,
Oh, Hobbledy-Ghost,
I am so scared
of the Hobbledy-Ghost.

Trouble/No Trouble

July 1, 2013 § Leave a comment

///Hidden// thinks the Bat. //Hidden worlds, hidden words/Lost and found/Lost/And Found//

The Bat’s head jitters quickly. Thin fingers click against each other nervously.

///Found// thinks the Bat. //Stolen?/Difficult/Difficult thought//

The Bat walks slowly back and forth, hunkered over under the weight of brazen wings folded backwards. Quiet mutterings come from beneath its ragged cowl.

///Bat didn’t know// thinks the Bat. //Bat asked for secrets/Bat gives secrets/Bat gets coin/Always the same/Always/No trouble/ No trouble for Bat//

The Bat rubs its hands together, shakes its head.

///Bat not look for trouble// thinks the Bat. //Only lost secrets/Need home from sky colours/Bat gives/No trouble/No trouble//

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