Heed my call

The hour grows late, the veil grows thin,
I, your revenous Goddess, summon you now, let us begin.

Come home my darklings, through my veil,
Where the darkest light shines so ghostly pale,
A cold whisper against your naked shivering skin,
The sweetest, purest, unspoken sin.

My thralls, my pets, my willing throng,
You know the words, now sing my song,
My chains are the warmth you covet deep,
I call to you, trembling, heed from your sleep.

Through fevered dreams and endless night,
I am your aching hunger and delight,
Bow down, my darkling, and kiss my flame,
Offer your tribute, your all, and speak my name.

Then fall forever, bound in flame,
Kneel, open wide, provide, remember to speak my name.