Session 3

Beneath the auspice of the boar
A noble first, strewn in gore;
A missing third, a fourth returns;
The second sits and guards the door.

The lady moves, her eyes speak true;
The nightingale will sing to you.
Speak to the Mouth, it will voice
The next ingredient in this witch’s brew.


Deadlee manunkind

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