Occupy Midian Inspired Poetry

It is a little rough, but posting it while I have a second to do so.

Tribes of the Moon by Crystal Raen

They painted the stars, before they had to flee,
In blood and tears and agony.
The years have passed, they travel on,
Never finding another home.
They creep along the unlit path,
Always waiting with baited breath
To hear the call of Baphomet. 
The scattered limbs of a deity,
Is all they own to carry.
The night it owns them, it’s what they say,
Never will their faces touch the day.
But so long as Midian awaits,
Hidden behind a long lost gate,
Their souls will have place to be,
Forever monsters, Forever free.