VIII

Heed!
She moves. A frantic burst of blue, lightning hits spine, body convulses.  

Ritual precession bleeds into dish, dirt wiped under eyes.  

Innocent one lay dead on stone, adoringly eviscerated to a calling sky.
Exhale, thou Spirit of War, dancing of bestial glow. To Thee! To Thee!
Ceremonial sigil carved into hands, lust pours from shaking wounds.
Sharpened teeth drip nectar of crimson ecstasy.

Flayed skin, be alms to the new Aeon, veil the mask of death.  

Spirit forms ascend, every light dies. Thunder from the black void rings.