It left a lover's token—one
Fresh blossom on my plate.
(a fragrant bait)
I woke to danger—knew the young
Magician still to Earth was tied—
(for freedom cried)
And tied to me—and I must act.
Or I might share his fate.
(I need your aid, be not afraid)
I found a spell for banishment—
The pages then turned—and not by me!
(look now and see)
The next spell differed by one word,
A few strokes of a pen.
(and read again)
The first one I had seen before,
The spell to set a spirit free;
(so I will be)
The second let the mage-born dead
Take flesh and live again!
(one spell and then I live again)
Now both these spells were equal
In their risk to body and to soul.
(I shall be whole)