Something Wicked Draws Near...

Something Wicked Draws Near...

Ingredients rare from distant land,
In cauldrons steeped with skillful hand.

Beneath the moon's soft, mystic light,
A potion brews, a wondrous sight.

With each essence, delicate and rare,
Maceration weaves its magic in the air.

Subtle whispers, secrets untold,
In the brew's depths, mysteries unfold.

Each ingredient, a story to tell,
From distant lands, where mysteries dwell.