Sacrifice

fire

I always knew there was something Dark in you.  Then the day came when you revealed your true self.

You didn’t see me hidden in the dark as I followed you.

Your rituals, rehearsed and practiced millions of times.  Would I die for seeing them?

You raise your hands and the people fell silent.  Did I see worship in their eyes?

The danger of my curiosity now realized, I shrank back from the glow of the fire.

You raise your face to the heavens, the fire glow turning your skin crimson.

With a booming voice that I did not recognize, you said “Bring the sacrifice forward!”

Suddenly there were hands on me, roughly pulling me up and dragging me, stumbling, toward the fire.

About Penny Wilson Writes

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She's had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. Penny has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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5 Responses to Sacrifice

  1. That’s dark stuff! 😁

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