The offering

A morbid and dark room Dark shadows shuffling by, whispering. Dark skies, Cold lashing wind. No cries, no screams or wails but sharp silence. I sit at the back, incomplete; Heartless! I mourn for my heart. laid there, useless to me now, an offering to you. So start you ceremonial dance, Bring out the drums, Take up the offering and REJOICE, Rejoice while i disappear into the night Comforted and warmed only by my blanket of pain