I took the dog for a walk through the dark bare avenue; our path lit only by the light of the waning moon.
Her luminance ‘Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse’*
And as I walked through the crips night air
I breathed in her energy, tying knots and working magic.
*Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act IV,