Blood letting

To the cacophony of cymbals
The forest cover shudders
In an entranced dance
They circle the fire
The smoke from it
Glooms the sky.

Chained to the pyramids
Slaves are decorated and lined up
The vales are filled
With a mystic echo
Commanding them to let it flow.

Amidst the cheers
The palpitating hearts are taken out;
Each warrior showcases them
And lets the blood flow
Along the trails of the yore.

The blood is offered
To a squatting rock;
As the sky sheds tears
They feel the joy
But the palpitating hearts
Are dead coy.