Scarlet
shines the crimson light,
Moving
silent through the night,
Slips
between twisted boughs,
Dreams
vanish without shadows
Wolves
chase the scarlet moon,
Await
the feast they will consume
Howl
in the dark remain unseen
Breathless
whispers in a savage scene
Daggers
float over sacred alters
Rivers
flow with bloodied waters
Unploughed
fields weep in silent prayer
Hungry
pack seeks welcome fair
Pronouncements
made and blades rise
Enraptured
voices raise loud their cries
Carven
crows now cow in reverence
Supplicants
who seek deliverance
Silence
broken by distant screams
Trickle
of red on the surface gleams
Breaking
through it drops beneath
Lost
in pools of disbelief
Sacrificial
lambs now slaughtered
Souls
to ancient masters offered
Vows
renewed and carnage craved
The
end of days for now, delayed
©
Fergus Martin
Oct
2014
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