Old Magic

Cast your words on me
Fill me with chants and rhymes
Weave your spells
Around my beating heart

Bind me in a circle
So that I may never leave
Carve runes into me
So deep that you cut my soul

When you need me, summon me
You know the words to say
For me to appear before you
No planes of existence can keep us apart

And in return I'll cast words on you
Fill you with chants and rhymes
Weave my spells
Around your beating heart

Bind you in a circle
So that you may never leave
Carve runes into you
So deep that I cut your soul

When I need you, I summon you
I know the words to say
For you to appear before me
No planes of existence can keep us apart

Together we dabble in the oldest of magics
A spell as old as existance and time