Day Fifteen: 15th April 2014

I stir up a potion to mend the soul.
Lift down the jars,
Wield ladle and knife,
Bring forth the
Dark Powders.
Cut and slice with the sharpest blade.
A measure of sweetness
To let the liquor
Flow with Delight.
A pinch of the exotic elsewhere.
Now fire up the cauldron!
Let the white waters bubble and swirl,
Heated by undying flames.
I pour Light into the Dark,
Air scented with Magyk.
Calm descends as the
Warm liquid passes my
Lips.
And the heat of the
Potion
Takes hold.