Twilight Prostration

Gathered beneath
The imminent setting star
Twilight soon shields
Our congregation

The endless expanse opens once again
An exigent ritual as the winds roar

They twist, writhing in submission
Their heads bowed in reverence

As light falters
Failing once again
Clandestine worship
Shrouded in darkness

Chants uttered to giants above
So it goes, the way of the cult

Prostrate, flesh upon the soil
They are the loyal faceless ones



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Williamson
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