Rituals of Love and Despair

In the heart of the forest, where the cinders breathe,

a ritual rage, love carved beneath. Shrines of sacrifice entwined in despair, beneath the blood

red moon, the echoes of prayer. Twisted branches reach like

hands clawing high. Yearning for the sun while the clouds brood inside an altar of

thorns adorned in my regret. Petals fall like tears. Can't escape the

dead. Fires flicker, casting tales upon the stone. The memories of

our embrace now turn to bone. In the bitter wind, hear the cries

of the lost, a melody of anguish, a haunting solemn cost.