Ritual unearthing

Midnight secludes the graveyard
A shovel to consume the ground
A peek beyond to tear down
The balance of done and left undone

Upheaval of life… The scent of foul flesh
It's not how you figured
The source of true nature
Indistinct mess - sockets of gore scaling you

Unholy ways - the feel of this place
You welter in your shallow scare:
The candles are lit - fresh prints in the grit -
Someone was already there

Ritual unearthing of false spiritual enquiries beckons
Silence and cold… The shadows to chase:
Your soul takes leave, madness remains

So keen you follow the marks in the soil
Your mind journeys beyond…

The shades of dead trees
Drawing you deeper into the mist
But you couldn't see, you couldn't feel:
Your shoulders in dead fingers' grip

The ritual ends
A casket impends to seal your life down underground
You're one with the damned, lowered in land:
Listen to the shovelling sound…

Ritual…
Call for darkness… and it will storm
Pray for evil… and it will stir
Speak to darkness… and your words dissolve
Whisper into emptiness… and death will answer
Ritual…