“Spellbind II"
The Moon overhead is full,
As I stand by the well of dreams.
A twig in my hand,
My book lit by silver beams.
A pinch of peppermint,
A drop of dew,
A petal of rose,
With bright red hue.
Whispering words,
Like the softest breeze,
I call upon a creature,
That aim to please.
Emerging shyly,
With ruby wings,
Violet eyes,
And similar things.
Crowned with courage,
And a noble heart,
The beast is more than a bird,
That fly and dart.
I summon the creature,
The Hummering,
To carry my message,
With her wings of string.
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