Curses
The use of words, specifically poetry aka "spells", to benefit or harm oneself or someone else is not to be taken lightly. Nor should it be considered something from the past. Even today, we whisper little prayers for good luck or little curses for the shrieking neighbor woman to take a long walk off a short cliff (or at least lose her voice for a week or so).
Today, we rarely believe in the viability of our soft utterings, but in the past curses were taken very seriously and often touted as the cause of a bad harvest, miscarriage, disease, and even the fall of Rome. The following are mainly Celtic curses (I'm Irish, what can I say).
- May every day be wet for ye
- May onions grow from your navel
- May a little child be named after you (they only gave children the names of the already dead)
- May you die and be reincarnated as a candelabrum, to hang by day and burn by night
- May your sword become as dull as your wit, your shield as thin as your deeds and your armor as dented as your brain appears to be
- May the cat eat you and the devil eat the cat
Go to Hell
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