Two days to go.
A Selection of Spellwork
Being exerpts taken from the margins of the spellbook of Gramarna the Witch
A wand, a whisper,
Small showers, motes of green light,
The seeds start to grow.
Icicle fingers
Growing across the window
Spreading from my hand.
I cup both my hands
Focus breathing and intent;
A flame rose blossoms.
Unicorn whiskers,
Ground dragons scales at a boil,
A brew for good luck.
