so mote it be

believe in magic?

by light of moon waxing
i brew this tea
to make [lover's name] desire me
goddess of love
hear now my plea
let [lover's name] desire me
so mote it be
so mote it be

gonna perfect my death glare from now on. maybe one day my eyes might turn grey, and that's when i'll be able to glare something to death. yea.