Llevando la Muerte Contigo

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Ever deeper borne into the earth

guided by flickering torchlight

robes of fallen starlight descend,

Each marching with purpose, down into their caves

darker and colder as they fall closer to the underworld

communion beyond the veil begins beside their graves

Scholars write grimoires, studies of the absent birth

pondering on a tree that is both there and not, like smoke at night

magick in the roots reach for the surface like fumes, all upend

At first dozens and now hundreds, their chants roll off a religious tongue

beautiful choirs gather, their excavation of this new god

creates a calling, they will come when the song is sung

A tree of smoke that clings in reverse, roots dissipating against a cavern ceiling

the very reflection of an ancient tree that once existed, in another life

thousands fill tunnels to it, pull back their hoods, their eyes revealing

a great distrust of the illusion placed around them now, handling reality as gentle as a knife

carrying less of existence to and from their underground, upside-down cathedral

every time they face the feasible plausibility that this is not real at all

weaker in the presence of that tree, back to their shrinking world they crawl

one that has tarnished in their view and lost much majesty, everything is so grey and small

in their minds this is a revelation, not a lie or deception, but something they could never see

their great appreciation, amassed they bend and break in ceremonies, dropping to knees

all to wail, to sing, to bless and bleed before the branches of their tree;

forthwith from the leaves in the fervor of madness beat the wings of a dark fairy.