By moonlit eve, with words I chant, Let strength and might be mine to plant. Muscles sculpted, sinew strong, A metamorphosis that shan't be wrong. From wisps of dreams to brawny frame, I shed the past, embrace my aim. With brawn and vigor, let me rise, A newfound power within my eyes. Transform this vessel, oh ancient power, Grant me muscles, hour by hour. From slender form to powerful frame, This spell I cast, in strength's sweet name. Through sweat and toil, I shall attain, The might and force that will remain. A muscular man, I now become, With this enchanted verse, it is done.