World Burn & Cauldron Bubble

Moon-day’s greetings, mortals! My work to conjure a better world continues, in my spare moments. Much work to do, to survive the world-that-is, but the world-to-come still yearns to be! Ought we not give’t form?

Not all aspects of this dreary time must we toss away—be e’er thrifty, mortals. Some maybe recycled, into grist & greases, to feed what cometh next…

Crumble, crumble, toil & trouble,
World burn & cauldron bubble!

Fillet of a Washington,
In the cauldron boil the scum;
Skull of king & mote of gold,
Wool of war, capitol of old,
Banker’s skull & coin-worm's sting,
Liar's leg & consultant’s wing—
For a charm of potent world anew,
Like a Hell-broth we stoke our brew!

Thank ye for reading! & we humbly thank that growing clan of mortals who can & do support our works here with coin! GRATIAS!

I shall write ye come Wednesday with ren faire attendance tips! For this weekend, we return to the SHASTA RENAISSANCE FAIRE! A long voyage, & worth the journey. Til then: be safe, be well, & remember, the world is what ye make it…

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, ᚻᛖᛚᛚᚱᚢᚾᚪ