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Gatherings in the Dark

From beyond the pale lunar light's celestial glow
a call was sounded, echoing over vast landscapes
piercing like a storm of crystal shards
upon those who lay waste in the desert...
beneath its feet, the ancient catacombs sleep
and corpses awake to it's majestic howl
in secluded depths of an obscure abyss
one silent cheifdom gathers in the darkness
a candle lit, red fire arises in a blest offering
faint whisps of smoke ascend as if dancing into eternity
sombre faces stark against the cold grey stone
turning towards the flame when its searing heat prevails....

such power cannot be contained!

like plagues of soothing pestilence these flames shall be enraged
soaring from decayed tombs to chasms brandishing light
envisioned night arisen from dreams to journeys...
as they wait in the desert, dying, decaying lungs screaming
dust piles over skeletons, venomous hosts parade
bleeding under a merciless moon, their dawn shall never wake
a candle lit, red fire arises in a blest offering
faint whisps of smoke ascend as if dancing into eternity
sombre faces stark against the cold grey stone
turning towards the flame when its searing heat prevails....

ah! yet such power cannot be contained...