A Money Spell
In evening’s calm, the altar’s set,
Candles flicker as intentions are met.
Leaves inscribed with ink so bold,
Crystals whispering tales of old.
Incense swirls in mystic dance,
Inviting fortune, luck, and chance.
A sigil drawn with focused mind,
To summon wealth of every kind.
Chants ascend in rhythmic tone,
Seeking treasures yet unknown.
Not for greed, but needs sustained,
A flow of resources gently gained.
With open heart, the spell is cast,
Abundance anchored, fortunes last.
Gratitude seals the magic’s way,
Prosperity grows day by day.
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