Stir the cauldron weave the web,

Words of power over the pot are said.

Mandrake, Myrrh and Dragon’s Blood,

Bark and root, leaf and bud.

Blended oils and oils so pure,

Potions true I do ensure.

Fragrant salts, mists and smokes,

Made with enchantment for magickal folks.

Tradition, lore and magickal rite

Guide my hands here at Raven’s Flight.

‘Cause magick is as magick does,

Always is and always was.

I wish you delights and a heart that’s merry,

As you peruse the shelves of my apothecary!

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