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Gathered beneath

The imminent setting star

Twilight soon shields

Our congregation

The endless expanse opens once again

An exigent ritual as the winds roar



They twist, writhing in submission

Their heads bowed in reverence

As light falters

Failing once again

Clandestine worship

Shrouded in darkness

Chants uttered to giants above

So it goes, the way of the cult

Prostrate, flesh upon the soil

They are the loyal faceless ones