Chapter VI: Mother of Toads

The Vision Bleak

Compositor: Markus Stock / Tobias Schönemann

Come hither, come hither
Why the haste little one?
She ogled the young man
Soon to be gone

With amphibian eyes and batrachian throat
Slimy and flabby, the mother of toads

A witch of old times, enormous her size
Hideous her aspects, malicious her mind
She handed a drink, the poisonous brew
This philtre of evil he drank from and lo!

His senses were altered and drawn he was soon
To her abomination and in the light of the Moon
They mingled and wallowed like lovers till dawn
Then he was swallowed by the amphibian spawn

Where he was gone
In Averoigne no one could tell
Only the toads croaked him a farewell