Motion of the Potion

Pewter dust and frog guts
Set inside an oaken husk
Set to flame in whispered name
Mixed with crushed up tusk

Consuming ward all but ignored
Beware the trap that snares
Painted protection tainted
Evil seeps from lair

Root plucked potion
Tears of ocean
An ibis plume to ward off doom

A frond mixed for good luck
Speckled shell from egg of duck
Inhale fumes to consume

Two rodent teeth
And blood from deep
If that wasn't enough

Breath from the depths
To complete the set
Served in a silver cup