Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)

"Veil of Stone"

Behind the veil they drape so high,
A thousand whispers fill the sky.
They promise light, they promise peace,
But in the dark, the shadows feast.

The walls they built, the sacred halls,
Are stained with blood that softly calls.
They preach of love, of hope, of grace,
Yet turn their eyes from what they chase.

I've seen the truth beneath the mask,
The hollow eyes, the secret task.
They hold the keys, they claim the way,
But in their grip, the heart decays.

For power cloaked in holy names
Still burns the flesh, still fans the flames.
They cast their stones, they sing their hymns,
But justice drowns in waters grim.

The prayers they lift, the chants they cry,
Are bound to chains they can't deny.
The quiet pain, the voiceless fear,
They crush beneath their robes of cheer.

They promise life beyond the grave,
But first demand you serve, a slave.
Their hands are clean, their smiles wide-
But darkness festers deep inside.

What once was light has turned to ash,
A throne of gold built on the lash.
They hide their sins behind the choir,
And feed their souls to raging fire.

They'll never tell you what they know-
That power thrives in what they sow.
The truth is buried, deep and cold,
Where broken minds are bought and sold.

And those who dare to seek, to see,
Are cast out, shunned, left silently.
For in their world of sacred stone,
The only truth is power's throne.

So wear your veil, pretend it's light-
But know, the shadows own the night.
The path they lead, the way they show,
Is paved with bones you'll never know.