Abandon

Moon upon the hill is rising,

Spreading soft touches lovingly, 

Her children she is calling,

Who come, all willingly.

Upon the earthen brown,

Across the sea of green,

They come all without a frown,

None tarry in between.

Time of magic does but grow,

Eagerly they all await, 

With every hour it does flow,

Soon their praise to sate.

Upon the hill, priestess stands,

Arms up raised to holy moon,

Eerie silence upon the lands,

Celebrations shall begin, all to soon.

Hand in hand, as if one,

They chant the hours by,

Weaving magic upon the stone,

With joy they want to cry.

Rythem builds with lilting song,

As soon, they begin to dance,

Knowing the moment, shan't be long,

Losing themselves to the trance.

Wildly flying with gay abandon,

Robes cast off, naked frames,

All enjoying the situation,

As shadows dance in the flames.

From the forest, creeps dark beings,

Vile thoughts upon their minds,

Preparing for their killings,

No love in them one finds.

Screams of panic does them feed,

As they purge, the innocent,

Relishing in their holy deed,

Because they are, God sent.

Blood red cross, on pure white,

Blood smattered smiles of glee,

Unholy dogs of the light,

Massacre, all they can see!

Upon the hill, below white Lunar,

Priestess swims, in pool of blood,

With Cross impaled, through her,

Turning Gaia's earth to mud.

Upon the hill, soaked in lifes essence,

Consecrate a new foundation,

Killing and love, knows no difference,

Of banishing religion to destruction.