Something a little different and a little darker.  Don’t judge me….

The Sacrifice

The torchlight flickers on the walls,
And casts a fitful light.
The revellers all cloaked in black,
Present a fearsome sight.

Wait where am I how’d I get here?
My memory’s a blur.
There were some drinks there was this girl,
Of that much I am sure,

The group is swaying faster now,
I try to look around.
Although I try, I cannot move,
Unto this stone I’m bound.

I’m yelling now and cursing them,
Demanding to know why.
I know them all though not their names,
Start now to beg and cry.

They are a cult I wrote about,
I wrote they seem benign.
And now I know no one will come,
That read those words of mine.

They aren’t so bad just don’t believe
The same things that we do.
Perhaps I should have listened more,
Those who swore they knew.

The chanting swaying cultists reach,
A truly frenzied state.
See silver flash within their hands,
I’ve not now long to wait.

The leader draws quite close to me,
I know this is the end.
Now as he pushes back his hood,
I see it’s my best friend.

And now he laughs unties my ropes,
Let’s me in on the joke.
They met while I researched my bit,
About this gag they spoke.

They thought it funny to pretend,
I was a sacrifice.
More so because I had just said,
They all seemed pretty nice.

He turns away to thank our host,
The leader of our band.
He doesn’t see the blade that comes,
So easy to my hand.

The deed is done now all rejoice,
And each gives me their name.
My life begins with my new friends,
I’ll never be the same.

Cheers, Winston