Alright, now that i have decided to study the posting options, i can try and make this more fluid, here is yet another poem that i wrote, and was wondering your thoughts on it.

 The Cult

Hast thou yet heard of The Cult? Oh? Thou haven’t? Please sit… allow me to explain.

The cult, a mysterious allegiance, walks through the nights silently,

With an attitude so apathetic and dark that townspeople question their humanity,

I am myself a very assiduous individual, and followed them, yet knew nothing,

But why did I study so closely? Because of the archaic nature of the collective,

I had often seen a purple and glowing apparatus carried by the “priests”,

It made me curious about the practiced religion, because I am ascetic,

Thus I devised a plan, that I hath enforced, to become assimilated,

So I thusly met with their noble arbiter, watched by his peers, at a peculiar boulder,

Where the multitude had collected and watched me with burning amethyst eyes,

I told him of my wishes and his glowing eyes glared at me with apprehension…

He then turned his back to me and cried out his arbitrary decision to the horde,

To sacrifice me to their deity and make me as they were, yet different.

The glowing hourglass was brought before my eyes and it glowed brighter, as if excited,

My soul fell into it and I met the hellion, who licked at my essence with an arid tongue,

Claiming that I was an arable source for his power to thrive upon,

Whilst he reached into my chest and pulled out my life source,

And held it aloft above his maw…and let it drop.

I changed then, my eyes became overwhelmed by an infernal flame as did my body,

And in an instant, it all stopped, and I knew I was one of the brethren, except bloodless,

It did not feel alien to me and I felt wondrously alive, though I was dead in some fashion,

Yet I have lived many a century, which may be a mere assertion of folly.