Spell | Phoenix Risen

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you, so beautiful 

skin so soft 

eyes of blue 

hair of gold 

bright as the summer sun 

me, old eyes 

skin become leather 

hair, fallen and gray 

nothing between us 

but this knife 

and these words 

to take what's yours 

and make it my own 

by my spell I am renewed 

by my words you are undone 

sanguinem et sanguinem, 

vita , vitae 

convertere anima mea 

renovamini spiritu 

vitae renatos 

the summer of my life begins 

the winter of your life fades 

what was once yours 

now mine 

I spend in your honor 

life is beautiful 

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