A Path To Endarkment

Simulataneous clankings upon  sun-bleached skulls  
The dull thumping upon the drum of human skin  
Torches' blazing fueled by the fat of the once insane  
Sets the mood for the summoning of dark things.  
Passing around the drink that opens the third eye  
The torch flames' casts shadows' upon the cave wall  
A blood curdling scream pierces the charged  night-air  
A doubter's mind slips into unfathomable depths.  
Some begin to sway to the rhythm of cosmic currents'  
Others' stomp their feet in a spirited march  
One smiles as he chews upon a rock  
Spitting out blood, broken teeth, and hyena cackles.  
In the shadows a man disembowels his only brother  
And searches for the treasure he suspect's is inside  
Handing the entrails to his anticipating wife  
Both hoping to find the source of the brother's worth.  
More of the elixar is drank from the skull-bowl  
Along with the writhing maggots stirred within  
A man lops off his left arm with masochistic glee  
Realizing that one arm less will lighten his load.  
The dead and dying are soon put into ceremonial use  
Used as pillows to prop up weary, most conscious heads'  
Who watch things unimaginable do what can't be explained  
Studying astutely to learn from their mysterious ways.  
Morning arrives and the few left creep cautiously into the light  
No longer resembling what they were before they came  
The mis-shapen forms shakingly roar at the sun in primal rage  
Then scurry back into darkness from which they forever do dark things.