Burning
Hands
Come forth great power
At my behest
Let flame blossom like flowers
At my request
Detect Thoughts
Magics of mind,
Bend to my will,
His surface thoughts find,
They are never still,
All of them bind,
Mine to distil.
Magic Missile
Come powers arcane
Come the magic that be
Let my enemy his bane
In these missiles see
Mirror Image
From planes of magic
Where all is ideal
Let powers for my trick
Onto this plane steal
Let mirrors of magic
Make these mages real
Web
Strands of magic
Form in this world
Perform like spider
Webs weave and mold
Make them sticky
That they anything hold.
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