Cultists dance in the dying light
Frantically trying to stay the night
Churning, swirling, stamping, swaying
With their feral motions praying
Begging for just one less dark
Shadowing them with its mark.
But their deity pays no heed
To the vehemence of their creed.
All the frenzy they’re amassing
serves only to mark day’s passing
And with it their leader’s soul
Who today answered Death Bell’s toll.
With Full Moon’s gentle waking
Crying causes gentle quaking
Her full light becomes his way
To where he will eternal stay
At his departure, one last weep
Before they disperse and sleep
But none pray the night to prolong
Silence is the twilight’s song
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