n.

  Juste judex ultionis,
    donum fac remissionis!
       Ante diem rationis!


i.

  Churning, tumbling red wine o' sky
     Sail their silk on silver strides:
        A will and wail, where whims were well,
          Bids a kindly hand to the day new spell...

           ii.
  
              An anchored body lies in heat:
                 Of beads and diamonds strewn from meat...
                    Witches three prance and bow
                       'Round the ring of wicked vow...

                    iii.

                      Fingers dance in flames of craft,
                          Printing daggers in their path...
                              Mix the mind and grip the soul
                                 For weakly hearts are theirs for gold...

       iv.
            An herb and thistle grow in sin:
              The dastardly plot is his to pin...
                 Tanistry whirls at the swing
                    For at a death, he is king...
                

                          v.
                             
                             Bubble, bubble toil and rubble;
                                A lifeless body sleeps in double...
                                    Witches three cackle and drool-
                                       'Round the ring of bloody fools...


               vi.
         
                    Knighted is he, who on that day,
                      Swore to hell, and got his way...
                        Dead is he, who speaks the story,
                          For searing blades fold in glory…


Vines tell no tale-
   But that alone,
    Did weave a plot
       As thick as bone…


Speak not these ramblings to friend or foe,
   ‘Else thee be weary of his soul…
       Mark not its passage, or its seed,
         For unwept soil does not feed...