I will let you
I’ve granted permission for you to enter the temple
Make your offering of devotion
It must be sincere and unending, I will know
Leave something unique instead of sweet
I don’t care for honey they way I used to
I’ve lost the taste for mead

Come
And I will pull you into the depths of me
Warm and dark and deep
Alive with everything I’ve ever experienced
Tailored to you
Meant to bless you, my devotee
Be earnest and steadfast and true
A river of nectar will be granted

 

Undecided stanza:

(Approach me bravely
Meet my gaze as though you know no other would be able to penetrate this aura
Look upon me as the dawn’s first light
Drink of me as a dying man would the gods’ ambrosia)

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