Eyes of the lustful, tongue of a liar, hands of the greedy and spine of the angered.
Those were the easiest ingredients to pilfer, as no one would miss them.
Tears of the abandoned, heart of the dammed. A babe’s last breath and warm blood extracted.
Such other bits were harder to acquire, but the Master would accept no less.
“But aren’t we still missing some of the formula?” the servant asked the hunter.
“Indeed we are. It lacks the dying words of a loyal agent,” he replied, grabbing the serf by the collar and tossing in the final ingredient.
My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. In the spirit of Halloween, this week’s theme was a brew worthy of witches.
I hope you all enjoy!