The Anglo-Saxon Metrical Charms
MetricalCharm 12: Against a Wen
Here you shall not build, nor have your abode,
But you shall go north to the hill nearby
Where, benighted one, you have a brother.
He shall lay a leaf at your head.
Under the wolfs foot, under the eagles wing,
Under the eagles claw, may you wane forever.
Shrivel like a coal on the hearth,
Shrink like slime on the wall,
Waste away like water in a bucket.
Become as little as a grain of linseed,
and much smaller than a hand-worms hip-bone, and so very small that you become nothing.