Give us back to the old gods,

The dark gods,

The gods we worshipped at night.

The ones who came to us

As wolves,

As storms,

As famine and fire.

The gods who demanded sacrifices of flesh and blood

Instead of morals and ideals.

The gods who showed us what they were.

The ones we worshipped naked under the full moon,

because they reveled in our nakedness

And we had nothing to hide.

The ones we worshipped in hooded cloaks in the shadows,

Because they thirsted for our secrets

And we had everything to hide

I long for the old gods.

The dark gods.

The spiteful gods.

Because they were alive,

Not impaled on the words of a book.