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.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Nice
This could be a 'real' spell to bring about all the ideas that Chand mentioned in his comment. Good job.
This poem isn’t just about wealth—it’s about hope, gratitude, and the gentle flow of abundance. Each line feels like a heartfelt prayer, woven with love and intention. It’s not greed but a wish for balance, sustenance, for prosperity that nurtures rather than consumes. A truly beautiful and soulful piece. ✨