A Rude Crone Spell Poem by D.N. Rebb

Make one last wish, so well chosen,
For a quest full of devotion
Let vain hope play
On a generous donation

It is too late to say sorry
Confidence, now a tad blurry
Take this sad end
Full of temptation, why worry?

Forlorn rude crone spells reflecting
What every hour is rambling
When time says done
'Cause happiness ain't profiting

Confide, confide... tell and provide... blissful moment... the smoke supplies... opinions... enhance the spell... contraband... the grace from hell... I, hereby, enchant... let this hex be grant!