Stars

I had remembered reading a book in my grandfather’s library which seemed to suggest that human sacrifices  included blood drinking as well as the consumption of human flesh.  Locally, there were rumours of bones found in small caves along the coast. As I looked out to sea, I could not help but wonder how many had met their deaths on the peninsula cliffs by the Druids.  Drained of their vital essence, these poor souls exhaled their last breaths under the stars. And the stars always shone so brightly and clearly in the darkness of the peninsula. Aware of the sinister purpose they served then as now, I cannot bear to look at them; for their light, is merely an illusion. In truth, they are darker than the deepest abyss and mark the numerous sites of innocent murders.