At first look you won’t have a clue
With the grey colour, the taste, the smell,
But I’m brewing something to give to you …
With a sprig of this and a small branch of that,
I stir the contents in this huge pot
They won’t dissolve
They just spin and swirl
Clearing tide marks as the contents whirl
I call upon the Elementals four
To vote upon the words I utter
If I don’t trip over them, I’ll make sure…
The spell will be yours to use
And as long as you use it for the good
It’s manifestations will be true and proper
The Mansionic Perspective 
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