The Feast

Tongue soaked in tasty red Painful water; it blots the bed Vampires are at feast Doom strikes whoever sucks least Bursted veins, brawled roars Shattered windows paving soars Of beasts; two dead couples lays Tickling death in its night rays Hunger exhumes lost appetites Like woods to termites Carcasses left for vultures It was a night of less surfeit pleasures!