Dark folk rituals

A moss trail laces itself over ancient stone, like the veil of a widow in a frantic haze 

White lacerations spit into the darkness and sullen stand the congregation of hardened oak 

among the cheeks of trees an archway transcends 

it is the altar of bone

Until the watchful eye of an ancient moon 

porcelain women would staggers in circles

Long dark hair twisting into the breeze 

The vast forest blocked their lunatic laughter and hisses

grass which glowered under the tread of their folly 

has long since been untouched

On the forest floor amaranthine flowers lay

reminiscent of where rituals once were held 

 hypnotic chanting and visions unseen today

were so powerful and haunting 

the linger of sacrifice remains aeviternal

lucid women who would embrace death and all that is honest, like human nature, lust and death 

feared by sheep-like mortals who saw only madness

possessed by the rhythm of nature and the cosmic haze that is the mind 

spirituality has no confines

Reviews

[Karabear]

I like this a lot. :-) It really catches my attention.

[My_Obsidian_Eye]

awesome read, it was intriguing and held my attention well :3