come, come, oh wandering one
with flaming hair and eyes of emerald

come, come, oh devouring one
with jaws clenched and hands in tightened fists

come, come, oh child of the dawn
with pearly teeth and scents of cinnamon

do not beg for mercy
for none will be delivered
only offer what is in your heart
and you will know when morning comes
if the heavens deem it worthy