"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...
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