By this blade shall mine will be done
For the Maiden and the Cunning One
May mine hand direct this blade
To conjure in, and to recall away
A blessing that this blade endure
Through elements and winds of four
The fifth, mine spirit in this place to hold
With mine power be exact and bold
To bewitch, banish, and begone
What's forged and yet to be undone
May these spells I weave with thee
Be cast by powers bound by three
Mine will be done, so mote it be
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