A Godling for Your Thoughts?
Your Voice offers your talisman
A coin for those whom have a wish
A wish strong enough to allow you to manifest
Taking the form of the wisher’s desire
A dream lover, the ideal self
A demonic minion at a tailor’s beck and call
The ghost of an approving ancestor
A sympathetic familar in need of a pet
You become all of these things to your Followers
Gaining strength and power as you do
Only the ones you desperately wanted
Who breathed life into your trembling shadow
Giving you form, giving you warmth
They’re the ones who hesitate
Not willing to accept your talisman
You see the twins through the eyes of your Followers
You call and beckon to your Hand and Eye
They keep slipping through your changing fingers
No matter how much you clutch and reach.
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