Four Shadows of an Illumination.

Four men sat quiet around a table.
None spoke, none moved, or dared a word...
They sat in silence, near the darkness...
Breathing in the candle's burn.

Four men gently bowed their heads.
As one of them held an open eye....
Something snapped his neckly promise,
By being the first of those to die.

Three men continue with the ritual...
And push the dead man's corpse aside.
They start to pray in serpent tongues,
Preparing for the suicide.

Two men succeed, but one has failed...
His bullet draws, but in flesh and blood.
He falls beneath the pentagram...
Where three souls stale and stagnant stood.

One man has doubts, but doesn't show...
He cannot bear the pain for longer,
With another bullet, he takes his weakness,
The one they said would make him stronger.

Four men lay silent around a table.
None speak, none move, or dare a word...
They sit in silence near the darkness...
Painted by the candle's burn.