(Apologies for getting away from fiction for a bit. In my defense, Wonderplace Alpha SEEMS like fiction; it just isn’t.)
We are Darkling. We’re not strange.
If your shadows re-arrange,
If your Moon sometimes winks out,
If your soul sometimes slinks out,
If you’re a midnight, inky Darkling
It’s a different kind of Sparkling;
We wax wroth, with strangeling fires
Welcome, Goths, ghouls, Vampires.
If, in short, you like the odds
Of serving strange and hungry Gods,
If you’re no coward or cowan,
If you lift the veil on Samhain;
Then perhaps, you, as well
In Darkling spirit ought to dwell
We judge no thought or love or sin;
We welcome you, our Otherkin.
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