Disturbance of the aether mayst spell doom
In the temple hall where breed thick and viscous
Smokes and mingled blood of a century
And more besides, priests with hassled robes,
Vestments of sordid rituals held as example.
Questions go unheard, ideally, at best, lest
The Watchers hear what a hierarchy wishes for
None to speak of, voicers of dissent stormed
Upon for beliefs, singular ideas surprisingly shared
Amongst a populace afraid to opinions voice.
In the smoky halls where dusty throngs gather,
Of silken robes and wizened faces, hidden lives
Lived inside of coverings, there arrives another,
Ruiner was their secret moniker, known by malice
Maleficent with inside eyes long darkened.