It is unwise for me to write this spell
But I know the words, I've rehearsed them well.
I seek the Goddess, may she hear my plea.
To protect my kin and all of me.
Let no harm to my body come
While inside grows a little one.
Weigh down his soul with deep regret
He who harms those he begets
And should the end of my life arrive
Let him rue each day he's alive
And take to death the heavy weight of sin
That he had harmed me or my kin.
Let no reprieve of this curse be felt
Until with me his debts are dealt.
In this life and in the next
Forever shall he be hexed
Until he has addressed to me
Forgiveness on his plight and plea.
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