The candle whick to light,
To bring your darkest night.
Shadows spill across the floor,
Stained by blood, forevermore.
The smallest flicker where none are found,
Flames do rise upon thy sound.
Shame and hate and misery,
This fire brings upon to thee.
For those you've cursed with suffering,
What you have brought, right back we bring.
Seal thy lips, no word does stay,
The foul hex I cast away.
To send this straight back to thy sender,
This curse upon thy whick so slender.
Thy shame and hate and misery,
As I wish so mote it be.
As we wish so mote it be.
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