Come to me my Hemlock drops,
Stir a little malice in,
Pennywort the heart will stop, on a bit of cinnamon.
a bit of Lake, a skin of snake, a drop of snow, a goblin's toe,
stir it deep and hatred keep the heart from beating in her sleep!
It was a sound that made Ernie the Night Watchman shiver.
The ghostly purple luminance faded from the crack under the door.
Ernie turned and rushed quietly off to wake and warn Grace Tenderstitch that Prunella was planning to poison her...evidently in her sleep.