Cinnamon, Cloves and Cider

Our coven Brew starts with a Shrew.

Cinnamon cinders.

Circinate cloves.

Cold cider.

The coven cried out the three C potion: Cinnamon, cloves and cider.

The thirteen stirred the concoction clockwise

‘thirteen times, round and round as bubbles popped.

Thirteen with their heads covered, stood still, holding hands and watched the potion rise higher and higher, swirling up towards the embers of the midnight sky.

The three C potion protected the coven from protruding intruders.

But tonight, was different. Isabella wanted to leave the coven. Isabella wanted to marry a man. A man who did not approve of the coven, and the witches.

Isabella with her waist length jet black hair, stirred the brew. Her purple-black robes covered her svelte body. A drawstring braided string was tied around her slender waist. The man, Mario, stood not too far watching the coven in their secret hideaway behind the large forested trees. Dressed in black, Mario held a small duffel bag containing their belonging. But no one saw him, or his bag. Isabella's invisibility potion kept him safe, and at bay.

Tonight, was her last night with the coven. Little did the remaining twelve know of her upcoming actions. Her plans to abandon the coven, who were the good in the universe. They were the protectors from the elements of evil.

Cynthia screeched into the air. The mother coven, her role was to protect and detect all ill-will. A bad scent, an omen was mixed into the air. The Shrew Brew was not taking hold as a protective spell. The elements were out of sorts.

Isabella stirred and stirred chanting the three C's: Cinnamon, cloves and cider.

Our coven Brew starts with a Shrew.

Cinnamon cinders.

Circinate cloves.

Cold cider.

Cynthia screamed into the air.

Louder, my coven. Louder.

The thirteen sang louder into the night's air.

Our coven Brew starts with a Shrew.

Cinnamon cinders.

Circinate cloves.

Cold cider.

Cynthia looked up into the blackened sky. A full moon shone from above. Her hands reached up to the shiny moonstone. As her eyes closed, she swayed to the chants.

It was not even midnight, and the coven had been seen singing for hours on end. Isabella, the youngest of the lot, looked towards her mother.

Her mother, was also the mother of the coven. Cynthia. Isabella was to take her place one day. Teenage rebellion brewed inside her, along with the handsome Mario who came from the tiny land of Transylvania. Isabella had no idea she was playing with fire. She was playing with her life.

Cynthia decoded her daughter as Isabella looked towards the large wavering tree. This was the tree that Mario stood under the invisibility cloak.

How could it be? Cynthia thought as she glanced towards Mario's direction.

Mario, protected by Isabella's love was hidden from the coven. Cynthia rose up into the air, as lightening feigned from her fingertips.

She screamed into the air. "Come out, come out from where ever you are."

Isabella once again looked towards Mario standing under the tree leaves. She longed to look into his dreamy dark eyes, with the touch of his lips against hers.

In that moment, the invisibility cloak vanished, and Mario appeared into the eyes of the coven.

The chant grew louder.

Our coven Brew starts with a Shrew.

Cinnamon cinders.

Circinate cloves.

Cold cider.

The wind picked up beneath the moon's glow. And the coven sang moving the earth's vibrations higher, and higher.

Cynthia roared, once again. "Come out, come out from where ever you are."

The coven's thunderous chant was ear-piercing.

Our coven Brew starts with a Shrew.

Cinnamon cinders.

Circinate cloves.

Cold cider.

Isabella, engrossed in the chant, focused her being with the coven.

"There you are. You evil vampire."

With her lightening tips, Cynthia cindered Mario into ashes at the base of the large tree.

Isabella lost in the trance lost all consciousness, and fell to the ground.

The women covered in their robes chanted lower and lower.

The threat was over.