Trouble

And more trouble had begun,
Like a potent brew of poison in a potted cauldron.
And soon the mixture will boil and bubble,
Toss and tumble,
To make its debut upon the mortal realm,
And spill it shall, onto the earthen ground,
And skeletons will rise by the zounds.
An affliction not so simply resolved,
The curse will doom us all, riddling and running on,
Murdering and killing more.