Spellbook

I have a magical book here on my desk.
It can chase away any rat or pest.
A spellbook,ancient divine.

Kept intact all this time.
It has so many spells,and so many pages.
The pages,yellow.

The words,old.
And yet,the spells work like a charm.
And it doesn’t do me any harm.

I feel like this book is sentient,perhaps alive.
Because sometimes it opens on its own.
And shows me spells I need at home.

I read the pages through.
And at the end,I felt full.
So many spells and so much magic.

Some defensive,some healing.
And it’s nothing tragic.
The cover is covered in dirt.

With a face on the cover.
The pages are old,and feel rougher.
Some parts are in a language I don’t understand.

If in the wrong hands,it won’t withstand.
I used a spell to heal my past.
And I used a spell to heal a rash.

The spellbook costed a lot of cash.
And you get the hang of it fast.
A magic spell for me and you.

As a love spell comes out true.
Just make sure it’s in the right hands.
Or else chaos expands.

It doesn’t have legs ,and yet it stands.
Would you take this one chance?
To participate in a mystical romance?

This one spell makes you dance.
And this one transforms your hands.
Would this be a disaster?

Should I worry in advance?
If I share my spells with you,will we be best friends?
This one spell makes you hop.

Horses run and trot.
And my magic slowly develop.
I cook as the stove is hot.

And I make some potions aswell.
Using magic water from the golden well.
Its name,we struggle to spell.

One day,I was in a library and a book fell.
It taught me magic oh so well.
And forbidden spells aswell.

Should I also get a black cat?
Now I’m a mage with a cape and hat.
Call me whatever you want.

But at the end of the day,you lie with a spell I cast.
It can heal the darkest of past.