I bind the tongue, the hands, the thoughts, and the dreams of the author, so that they may find no rest in waking or in sleep. May Hecate and the spirits of the dead torment them, turning love to ash and fortune to dust, until they crawl to me in despair or vanish from this world.
I bind the tongue, the hands, the thoughts, and the dreams of the author, so that they may find no rest in waking or in sleep. May Hecate and the spirits of the dead torment them, turning love to ash and fortune to dust, until they crawl to me in despair or vanish from this world.