So each line sums fifteen,
A magic square to the tune of Saturn,
Links you to the unseen,
The numbers derived from Hebrew letters,
Cabalistic for sure,
Now determine your sigil from a word,
Perseverance transformed into numbers,
Mine are seven, one, four, nine, five, and three,
I draw them on the grid,
Then on my arm, from my love's twin tatto,
With marker, I trace it.
Last, I charge it,
By writing down this Wath,
After twenty minutes meditation,
The spell is cast, now I can sit and watch.
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