eventide

 
the witching hour trembled midnights with illusions
and by its light damned---
 
darkness conjured  
bringer of the harbinger for the horde
they shriek obscenities
blood lust was on the winds
 
the shadows close in
they taste fear
the pure of soul are heavily prized
demons circle giggling with glee
they command the rite
 
midnight rage with a cult following
the faithful with a pension for death keep watch
fear glitter and glow in the night's orb
taloned hands beheld the mystery
 
the mists swirled and unveiled the eventide
a chant called to the mystics  
the evening wept, the masses pressed in
 
listening ears were held rapt as the winds keen
then approached the twilight  
and ushered in the cruelty
 
the black descended on the crowd
it's ceremony spoke in riddles  
the morose horde query the crimson order
on the altar of sacrifice they slay the innocence
 
then chimed the hour of knowledge  
understanding dawn
the cryptic nature revealed inside the sacred solemn
 
one last breath then succumb
the night's prey undone
the sun rose no more