Come you from the shadows, priestess?
Do you now take my confession that
thoughts of you
make me restless?
Come you in the starlight, priestess?
Are you corporeal, that I might
hold you and fulfill
Or ethereal, that I might
Come you now at eventide, priestess?
Do you now reveal your true form
to the unworthy wretch
who worships you alone
in the empty temple
Come you now at midnight, priestess?
Will you mock and laugh
and point in scathing
at the burden of love
I bear you?
Come you now to dance, priestess?
Doffing dark robes,
pretending you’re alone
to the rhythm
of my heart?
Come you now to sacrifice, priestess?
Lighting tallow candles,
singing eldritch songs,
your slender, sacred fingers
on slender, profane knives
to split me, and read your future?
Or come you now as bride, priestess?
To honor me with your
presence in my life,
binding us together