Divine Ritual
I bleed iniquitous tales
Underneath the moon’s
watchful eye I bleed
iniquitous tales
reciting death’s spells.
Thunder crashes against
my spleen as I break,
shapeshifting into time’s
raven, stalking your
shadow as the sky spills
riddles upon your grave.
I desecrate love’s soil
pulling your carcass along
my procession of bitterness.
My splintered feet claw
through sand and stone
building a new altar
as the crow chants
and the owl studies
my divine ritual.
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