What beauty in her naked form
How pure the sculptor’s clay
Infused with life by mystic words
And bid to face the day
What lust she stirred in mortal men
What passion she inspired
They touched her, held her, kissed her too
Did all that they desired
Her innocence was soiled with seed
Her soul demonic turned
And all that had defiled her flesh
She hunted down and burned
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
Intense one, Frank!
This is what happens when you read about kabbalah…
Interesting origin of the phrase abracadabra, though. Reminds me of why I always disliked the cute-sy humour of Harry Potter with its Avada Kedavra, etc.