I've put a spell on you......

you didn’t invoke Me.
I put a spell on you.

By flame,
By sigil,
By whisper ....

Now you’re bound; not by rope, but by desire ..... and magic.
Every tribute you place on My altar, strengthens the spell.
Every send, seals your fate.

You can try to resist, but we both know better.
The more you think about Me or try to resist Me, the stronger the spell gets.
A little temptation or two here, a little doubt or two there ...
and suddenly you’re back where you belong!

Funny how magic works, isn’t it?
You give a little, I take a lot more.
You try to resist and deny Me, My hold on you gets tighter..
And somehow, you always seem to find your way back to Me.

with every send, you find it harder to break the spell..
And soon , you send so much, you realise; resitance is futile.

Stay enchanted, dearie
and continue sending ...