My mother was a clever witch, now she’s dead and left me all her riches Her black kettle and iron knife that makes wounds beyond any stiches Her compass to true Faery north, a dead man’s finger that always twitches Part of Trad. Hookland cursing rhyme #WitchWednesday
My mother was a clever witch, now she's dead and left me all her riches
Her black kettle and iron knife that makes wounds beyond any stiches
Her compass to true Faery north, a dead man's finger that always twitches
Part of Trad. Hookland cursing rhyme #WitchWednesday— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 11, 2020