Bloodsport

Bloodsport ~~~~~~~~~ Children of the darkness Massing with the waxing swell of our mistress Luna As the canines elongate prenatal sight sees it An unsuspecting naked city Their feasting ground where many foolish herd beast stalk the night as hunters ignorant of near lifesend As the living shadows with burning nocturnal eyes writhe and approach hunger is all consuming Simpleton fools unclean in spirit and the flesh This peril is never seen or heard, by would be killers Judged and found wanting by the true nightstalkers Hell bound and damned A bloodless carcass left for the rodentia brethren This gathering horde consume a wasted morsel but it’s just an appetizer there’s much more to come With the nights waxing, well before dawn they revel in yet another unholy tantric blood feast