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The poem tells a dark tale of sinister rituals involving blood sacrifice, where a frightened child is offered on an altar under the cover of night. It describes a belief that this “crimson flood” holds the key to youth, distilled from the victim’s terror, enacted by masked figures who worship malevolent forces in secret. These forces, once thought eternal, are revealed to meet a fiery end in hell. The sonnet paints a world of ancient fear, deception, and shattered trust, where innocence is destroyed. It concludes with a rallying cry to awaken to these hidden evils, believe the victims’ stories, and seek justice.
A tale unfolds of blood and secret rites,
The frightened child, the altar’s grim decor,
A harvest reaped beneath unholy nights.
The crimson flood, they say, holds youth’s cruel key,
A potion brewed from terror’s piercing cry,
In hidden halls, the masked ones bend the knee,
To lords of dark who face hell’s fiery eye.
Oh, ancient fear, with Satan’s name inscribed,
A horror born of stone and fractured trust,
Where truth and lies in tangled webs are jibed,
And innocence is ground to bitter dust.
So rise, awake, to evils long concealed,
Believe the cries—let justice be revealed.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 