Nevermore, he said

Taking no caution to subtlety

Fiery eyes ablaze without reason

Malice seeping through his thin façade

Chanting without feeling

Dogma overcoming reason

Appeased only at the sight of blood

Sinister rituals under a silver veil

A/N: These are actually separate quatrains I wrote. However, they do seem to fit together, so I put them like this.

A. Kazmarov