The heavy gate groans as it closes,
a forewarning of sounds to come.
We move silently among the dead,
like robots, obeying with no commands.
The tree branches snake out over us,
gnarled and twisted,
shielding us from unwanted eyes.
The path lit by the flame of a single, black candle.
A dog barks in the distance.
Run, do not come near.
Your life will not be your own
if you set foot in this place tonight.
The candle light flickers on the blade of the knife.
Before the sacrifice, tests of loyalty and submission.
I think of football, fishing or school,
anything but this.
I go through the motions, I have been trained.
Mindlessly I participate.
The new ones cry out in fear.
They will adjust in time.
I look up at the stars,
God get me through this night.
The ceremony begins.
I hope God knows this isn't my choice.
Born into darkness,
trained since birth.
Secrets and rituals engrained,
never to be revealed.
Edited by behindthewall (10/10/08 11:50 AM)