Bind me,
thrice,
in a circle,
with leather
and burnt lily,
sea salt and ground cloves.
Call me mayhem
in this circle bound,
call me desire
chained,
wanting,
you called me up,
gave me the name
I was given before the pit.
Ask me your desire,
ask me your want,
ask me,
ask me,
your kind is made of questions,
we are time
and
answers.
Though probably not what you want to hear.
You've bound me,
I've got secrets,
make them yours
for a price.