X

X is for Xemetite,

Sprinkled in the pot.

Mixed in and cooked up right,

Worse than a gun shot.

Harvest the wermis root,

grind it to a paste.

Burn it to ash and soot,

No grain goes to waste.

Scrape up the white remains,

Let the Dark Ones see.

You will sleep well tonight,

Mind and soul carefree.

(Unpublished portion of children's book, "A Spruce Street Alphabet" by Christina Henn. Date of writing unknown.)