Author's note: Wrote a curse in the form of a poem for Shadows and decided to share it here.
Here me o great spirits hear
Let this child now disappear.
Her illusion no more hold
The clarity her aunt foretold.
Invisibility my gift to you,
And may this ever be true
Til one who loves her anew
See her truly like the morning dew.
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