The Silence Born

It comes as breath from the haunted place,
Bringing dark joys from a hidden heart.
In it lurk old friends;
splintered remains buried deep.

Flesh made fluid,
in the sea of embrace.
Names never said, lost to the dance.
Ancient gods will find their worship.

Then the silence was born and made living meat.
Animated through the holy Sun,
sacrificed to the living wave.
Then born eternal, just as that lie that makes the eye bright.

Now in all it lives and feeds.
Gorging on living gristle.
To it we must sacrifice all we find that is unholy,
In return all it asks is that we hear.
posted by Jatinder at 8:34 AM