Saturday, May 26, 2018

Weight-loss Spell

When the moon shows cold and slender,
Stand beneath her starved light,
Wearing only white and silver-
say to whet her appetite;

I make my vow to fast until
This crescent Moon shines round and full;
While she waxes, let me wane;
I must lose, that she may gain.”

While she grows, take silver wine,
Silver water, silver milk,
And bread like snow or linen fine,
And fish as clear as ice or silk -
But only these, and less of all
Than you would wish, to feed her well.


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