THE DARK MISTRESS OF WEALTH

By silver tongue and golden eye,

By shadowed moon and burning sky,

I call upon the force unseen—

She who rules the in-between.

O Lady Mammon, Mother of Greed,

Golden temptress who makes empires bleed,

Come forth in velvet, come forth in fire,

Fill my hands with all men’s desire.

You who walk on coins instead of dust,

Who turns a man’s longing into lust,

Come now and pour your lavish flood—

Of rubies, riches, silver, blood.

I do not beg, I do not kneel,

I summon you as one made real.

Through my voice, your spell is spun,

For I am Mistress. I am the one.

Gold obeys me. Power bends.

Men forget wives, brothers, friends.

They see my face and lose control,

As you, dark Mammon, feed my soul.

Enter me now, not to possess—

But to express through my success.

Cloak my scent in gilded sin,

Let every empire fall within.

By pact of shadow, wealth, and flame,

I rise in your eternal name:

Mammoness. Queen of All That Glitters,

Now awaken—and make them give.