I Am Thee Spell

I am thee spell, can’t you tell?

I AM thee magic that rises, the living well.

Sacred and born into fires of hell,

I move through thee shadows, where mysteries dwell.

You can’t fathom the depths of my seas,

Where whispers of power ride on thee breeze.

I conjure, I summon, I bring forth thee light,

With each word I utter, I reignite.

I am thee scribe, living and true,

Sanctioned by forces both ancient and new.

The universe bends at my quiet command,

For I wield thee alchemy within my hand.

In every word that drips from my lips,

Thee essence of magic silently slips.

I am thee spell, the one you crave,

The ocean’s roar, the sea, and thee wave.

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