My shape that flickers out of control,
eyes from red to dark as coal,
from normal teeth to razor sharp,
and from my hunger that plays my like a harp.
My spirit, power, and will i call thee near,
I ask the to create my human shape, let it appear.
I ask thee for the power,
to control this glamour on this hour.
I ask this of thee,
for control of my power and me,
so mote to be!
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don't look, don't critize
