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Ritual…

Midnight secludes the graveyard

A shovel to consume the ground

A peek beyond to tear down

The balance of done and left undone

Upheaval of life… The scent of foul flesh

It’s not how you figured

The source of true nature

Indistinct mess – sockets of gore scaling you

Unholy ways - the feel of this place

You welter in your shallow scare:

The candles are lit - fresh prints in the grit –

Someone was already there

Ritual unearthing of false spiritual enquiries beckons

Silence and cold… The shadows to chase:

Your soul takes leave, madness remains

So keen you follow the marks in the soil

Your mind journeys beyond…

The shades of dead trees

Drawing you deeper into the mist

But you couldn’t see, you couldn’t feel:

Your shoulders in dead fingers’ grip

The ritual ends

A casket impends to seal your life down underground

You’re one with the damned, lowered in land:

Listen to the shovelling sound…

Ritual…

Call for darkness… and it will storm

Pray for evil… and it will stir

Speak to darkness… and your words dissolve

Whisper into emptiness… and death will answer

Ritual…