The Sorceress’ Brew

Night on Bald Mountain   (with apologies to Macbeth)    When the moon is befogged and the wolf howls on a moonless night, beware, my friends.  Somewhere in the night evil is at work and play.  In the dense forest a small cottage of black stone stood in a clearing.  Gray, dead wood, in the … Continue reading The Sorceress’ Brew