Eclipse Ritual

"Eclipse Ritual" Beneath the lunar scowl, they gather— figures draped in shadow’s breath. A serpentine chant curls through the pines, a hymn to summon sleep and death. The flames burn cold, phosphorous white, in bowls of bone and rusted gold. Their whispers slither through the void, retelling truths too dark to hold. A cascade of ash rains from the trees, as something stirs beneath the soil. The ground forgets the taste of peace, the roots begin their ancient toil. Above them yawns the nebula, a wound torn in the fabric high— its bleeding lights, a myriad scream, a signal writ across the sky. The wind picks up a broken lilt, the stars blink once, then disappear. Whatever once was watching waits— and now it knows you're here. written by Tionna Robinson