As crimson drops plop upon my table
top, slopping their way to the cobbled floor.
I stare in disgust at the pile of severed
Hands, I cut one off and it grows anew
yet smaller than before. I chew this over
awhile and slowly begin to smile.
Too much daemon drool, you half-wit fool, you've
got the other portions right. A pint Of
vampires blood, one ounce of mamba venom,
All the marrow from a dead saints bones, and!
one cup of a virgins menstrual flow. There,
now that obviously should do the trick
the next time a much larger hand should grow
and then we can test the potion on your.....