stitched blades
encircling 6 second-
degree sliver-spaces
silver-bright to the eye
burning like freezing fire

cyclical in nature
and silent as the grave
signaling beyond the veil
into the world that awaits

summon soon, the ***** of doom
soak into the soil
sinister will, brought to boil
and bring to bear
against evil unto evil

redirect the arcs of energy
dark and wroth and my enemy
to receive in full
6 thousand times his due

may my malice, and his
channel through points six
a hex to rival Death's kiss
and the universe's callousness

reap what you sow, 6-fold, b‡tch