wicked ways remembered

i shouldn't have
    lit the candles ...
read the words ...
spoke the names.

offerings burned,
ashes spread,
         chants recited.

graves unearthed,
         possessions rendered.

       the dead beckoned.

   the hurt remembered.

blood spilled,
    cup filled.
         ghastly words spoken.

ancient tongues recited.
            candles snuffed.
   creatures bent and broken.

bold dreams awakened.
monsters by nightmares tell.
a particular gift,
a personal hell.

                  screaming wicked lies
            to the moonlit cliffs-
          iron rich,
                   the strangest gift.

where the bones lay strewn
                   by autumn moon
     where
                death
                           remains
                                         awakened.

and all i can think of is you.