The Spell Caster

Whispers of Wealth: A Witch's Incantation by George’s Girl

In twilight's hush, where shadows weave,

A witch in silence dares to believe,

With candlelight flickering soft and low,

She conjures dreams where fortunes flow.

Her cauldron simmers with a golden brew,

A potion steeped in hope, a vibrant hue,

With herbs of thyme and a sprinkle of sage,

She crafts her spell upon the age.

“By moonlit glow and starlit grace,

Let abundance find its rightful place,

In every heart and every hand,

Let wealth and fortune gently stand.”

She dances round with a heart so bold,

Whispering secrets the ancients told,

“From earth to sky, let riches stream,

In every corner, let the world gleam.”

The talismans of silver and threads of gold,

She weaves her wishes, the dreams unfold,

whispered winds and the night’s embrace,

She calls forth fortune, her destined chase.

For in her hands, the power resides,

To shape her fate as the universe guides,

With each incantation, a promise unfurls,

A tapestry woven of shimmering pearls.

So let the sceptics scoff and scorn,

For in her heart, a new dawn is born,

A witch of fortune, steadfast and true,

Manifesting dreams, as only she knew.

With every spell, she opens the door,

realms where abundance forever shall soar,

It’s in the dance of the mystic it start's,

She finds her treasure, the wealth of hearts

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