The moon...

by Lanie   Jan 22, 2005


You think i could take
anymore of this
and yet i do still
wait till it bleeds
and get covered with hay

an offering i keep
every night when i sleep
i see it all
in my dreams

rituals don't defeat
but just gives the heat
of a lot of comfort
healing my burning soul

you cannot stay
mad at the moon
for giving the energy i need
to finish what has been started

hence, i do not envy it
nor banish its powers
for it completes the process
i have longed for

wait till it bleeds
and i will cover it
with dried leaves and hay
and all the entities gather

around they crawl and walk and stare
as i continue to burn every hay
they gather around me
and wait...

i chant the words to fulfill the duty
of an offering to the soul

electrical spasms hold my breath
as i tumble down and see the dark sky
no stars but just the moon
almost covered with black clouds

they're here...says one entity behind me
i hear them walking toward me
as one...we all unite
for the completion of the ritual
that all has been longing for.

the death of the chosen one.

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