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dragging the stone
from the depths of the black caverns
to the burial mound
the formation of the circle
from the darkness
she walks in line
eyes white and fixed
to take her place upon the altar
surrounded by
rising figures dressed in black
silhouetted by the fire
holding high
the 13 blades
of the serpents
fang
constellations
align
conjurer chants
echo from
standing
stones
with the crack of lightning
one by one
the daggers
fall
......
her blood we will drink
from his throne
he screams in agony
wings rip through the flesh
transformation
with the completion
of the ritual
from man
now the serpent takes flight
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