Night Ritual

Around, all around, the shadows gather.

My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my naked soul.

 

It mutilates me, and darkly my essence drips

to the wicked earth that is my prison.

 

In a haze of shock I beg forgiveness

while Death's shadow takes my hand.

 

Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon howling eyes.

This is my salvation.