Sacrificial Woodlands

A murder of ravens circle the woodlands below Drawn to the crimson sanguine Dripping from the altar Souls gather around the stones Chanting incantations And burning native incense The sacrifices' screams tear through the sky Sigils painted over their naked body In blood and ash As a cloaked and painted figure Plunges a knife deep into their chest... Between the lines of the Pentagram The blood flows And then the forest is silent The eyes of the worshippers Wash over in black mercury The dark pull in nature raptures their very being Possessed by darkness, haunted by the light Now one with all