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Apothecary

from CrowLore by The Crows Of Albion

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Apothecary

Beneath the ancient gallows tree
There sits an old apothecary
Where deep within its ancient rooms
Resides an old man selling ‘shrooms
That he has harvested from soil
Of graveyards where the serpents coil
And if the ache screams in your joints
Just follow where the way-marker points.

The place smells of dust and moist mildew
And the foul dark liquid he will brew
In copper pots and dirty flasks
Whose ingredients no one ever asks
But here the magic of the fey
Will help to take the pain away
So every year the weak and old
Will visit where new hope is sold

If this world becomes too much
If reality is hard to touch
Then take a slice of bitter ‘shroom
From the earth where sweet dreams bloom
The cost is just a piece of mind
So leave your hurts and cares behind
And visit on a winter’s night
To taste the harvest of delight

No one will hear your painless screams
With body healed but not your dreams
For they are cultivated by
The earth fruit that you dared to try
For every kiss there is a fist
Of something skulking in the mist
In the apothecary the old folk say
There is a devil’s price to pay

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from CrowLore, released January 1, 2021

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