The sigils fade upon the floor
the air still thick with sulfur's bite
The echoes of infernal roar
now swallowed by the fading light
Heads bowed low, the chanting done,
the creatures gone beyond the veil
We shed the skin of what's begun
and step back into our private hell
The brief escape, a borrowed high
a glimpse of power dark and vast
Now cracks the mirror of the sky
reflecting faces built to last
