Wyrmwoods - The Greater Festival of Masks

Time again, exhaustion of the flesh
Engorge the body, the streets run red
Their horrible dancing, dauntless gaze
Alluring rouse, join in, embrace

Coming of age, you'll finally see
The true meaning of the festivities
Revere the role bestowed by the mask
Complete each ritual occult task

Later follow us to the eldritch lair
See the ancestral ones, pale and fair
Beyond the earth, unending vastness
Scintillating ever-flowing darkness

At midnight will it be revealed
Who or what you've always been
Finally suited to metamorphose
Fortify the mind as body contorts

Old features swapping with the mask
The new appearance, grotesque and grand
Shed the flesh, grow up into a man
Thus the greater festival began

(Inspired by Thomas Ligotti)