Bread and Bones

Summon the song of the sirens, the cries of the banshees, the call to darkness
Conjure the flame, a flicker, a beckon, your way home
Warm you hands around a treasured goblet, a spiced scent curling in the steam
Settle in your corner, feet warmed by the fur of your familiar, the hushed breath behind you
Ignore the blackened corners. Ignore the watching eyes. The ritual has begun. 
Lose yourself in the gaze that follows, in the curses whispered, the hunger hushed. 
Open the portal
And read