Under the new moon's gaze,
A disk of shadow unseen,
We prepared the sacrifce
And cast off petty virtue.
We chanted forbidden words
Calling fallen deities,
The screams of the chosen
A counterpoint to our symphony.
With blades blackened
In the ashes of our hate,
We began the ritual
Inscribing our prayers.
Oh, her canvass was so pure
Soft, succulent flesh untouched.
Her forlorn cries of pain and anguish
Stirred us to new heights of sin.
We defiled her flesh
In every way we knew how.
We pierced her with spears of steel
And used her with spears of flesh.
With a final, primal scream
Her life ended under my knife.
I raised her heart on high
The final stage of our dark ritual.
Yet we where not heard,
Our pleas left unanswered.
No Daemon appeared to grant our wish,
No answers from the black pit.
Who can say if we acheived outr aim,
We did not summon a beast to our table.
However we made beasts of our souls,
Giving birth to our evil lusts.
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Beautiful write. thank you for entering my contst and good luck.
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I have to say that I found this rather frightening. Especially this stanza; "We defiled her flesh/In every way we knew how./We pierced her with spears of steel/And used her with spears of flesh."
Probably being female makes this stanza all the more terrible.
The only critique I have to say is that the first line of the last stanza has a typo, I'm guessing that "outr" was supposed to be "our".
Thankyou for a chilling piece.
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