Solstice

Deep in the forest at Hectar’s Glen
Dark figures gather numbering ten
Barren trees in cold moon light
Only witnesses to this fright
As the build an alter, pilling higher
The wood for the sacrifice fire.
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

Few of the animals of the trees
Linger to watch the figures seize
All the wood they can find and cut
Gathering in silence, where they’ll put
A sacrifice to Galedikan, the Dark
From whom their power is sparked
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

Enter more dark figures, the final three
One in white tied to the bough of a tree
Her eyes open wide in holy terror
Know she will become the sacrificial honor
Gagged, her muffled scream is only heard
By the dark men who say no word.
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

Tied spread eagle on the alter she squirm
As the the high prienst looks to and yearns
To call for the God to grant them power
The moon is high, almost the hour
To perform this dark and evil rite
In the passage of this night
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

The moon reaches high into position
The priest starts of his own volition
Dark incantation in language dead
The virgin in full terror and dread
He raise upon high the ceremonial dagger
Her cries for mercy, to him, not matter.
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

He plunges the knife in to the belly slicing wide
Quickly reaching un inside
And yanking out her still beating heart
And finishes the spell as the screaming starts
And fire erupts from the still air
Where a grotesque beast is there.
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

Galedikan, the Dark reaches out quickly
Two men have their throats ripped out sickly
They crumple as he steps over their corpses
Still twitching the demon with voice dark and horse
“Who does’th summon me here”
For this your punishment will be sever”
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

Confident with his power the High Priest stands,
“I call you forth, you answer my commands.”
Galedikan growled and made bowel go water
In ever follower the Priest had faltered
And shivered as the truly knew and dread
As they stood right now were dead
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

Galedikan grab the Priest by the throat
He lifted him high and with a single smote
Knocked his head over a far away birch.
Like a hawk it does now perch
To remind ever one of that sight
Where they were all slaughtered that night
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

This is the tale that the old ones tell
This why when the night has fell
That you never go near Hectar’s Glen
Or even one night in those woods spend
For the creature does wander it alone
Hoping to one day find a way home.
For it’s the Winter Solstice, the winter rite

12/21/03