The Sacrifice

the wheel keeps turning on
churning lives under it’s hold
as days and nights passes by
there is a story never before told

a long time ago on a moonlit night
someone holding a lantern tight
entered a dim lit cave
somewhere by a dark vale

was trying not to tremble
wanted to meet the ensemble
gathered together for a rite
to ask for forgiveness at the site

there was shapes holding torches
and there was flowing speeches
there was also an order
to sacrifice the offender

someone was bound by an altar
someone held candles to the brightest star
and chanted mystic words to a masked god
while on the altar someone burned

the wheel keep turning around
while the wind blows down
life perish on forgotten altars
forgotten even by those prayed upon