Hepialus Humuli (Ghost Moth)

Ritual and recitation,

I have heard nearly every permutation,

of this endless, timeless incantation,

and still,

I surrender to it's calls.

The trick is not to analyze,

the moment I corporealize,

take the shortest end of compromise,

and sink within the walls.

Chant the words,

I awaken,

exactly as I should be,

ring the bell,

I'll disappear,

to a realm that's made for me.

Once,

a lone conjurer discovered,

a ghost couldn't make him feel,

Once

a man had summoned me,

yet wouldn't admit I was real.

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You can resculpt this chaos.
Into a softer shape.
But it doesn't alter the material.

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