Magenta Ritual - In Mourning

Light has begun to subside

And the fall of a drained sky remains

Breathe, drift into the night

Drown the malevolence in disdain

The wait is over

Loosened grip

Beneath the swarm

Aching with lesser glow

Descend, one final cut by the blade

Ascend, give guidance to the sun

Heed the light with ravenous hunger

The rising is in sight

Journey to the darkness of hearts

Bound by the lingering mist

Yearning for a lower state

Careful not to reach the contrasts

A sign from beyond

In the shade

The shade of magenta

One final bite by the snake

Uncertain arm unfold again

Descend, one final cut by the blade

Ascend, give guidance to the sun

Heed the light with ravenous hunger

The rising is in sight