Is this your book?

I cast
This spell
From the
Depths
Of hell,
You will
Live blinded
And death
Will follow,
These pages
Burn your
Soul,
I whisper
Evils wish,
May the ash
Guide you
To eternity
Dark sorrow,
Your fate
Will slither,
Your wings
Will wither,
With every
Feather
That falls,
Death
Awakens
And hears
My calls,
Is this your book?