Bloodsport
Bloodsport
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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
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