Sacrifice

Bring the body to the altar
Like sheep to the slaughter.
Remember all the times they shared.
Two stand before the pulpit,
The sacrifice between them.
They kill it, drain its blood over
The surface of the altar.
Throw the body on the floor.
Place the athame in the pool of life's nectar.
They go their seperate ways.
Phantom figures remain,
Crying over the now-dead sacrafice,
The corpse of what they once held so dear.
One leaves, one remains,
Mourning the life
Of just another sacrifice.

by EveofDespair
posted on 11/10/2007