A ritual

Of a soul so bright,
we will worship forever
and honor the child.

A ceremony
of gothic thoughts and senses.
We will prove the wrong.

Blood covered knife
and clothing of dark despair.
key for perfection.

Drops fall lightly down
on ivory marble floor.
The pool spreads crimson.

Shed tears of black ink,
and scream until your throat bleeds.
Only darkness hears.