The old ones feed

Insipid be the bounty, lain before the masses. Languishing are those the ravenous harasses. Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated. Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated. The crazed stare unphased, their beckoning insidious. They whom lay slayed, just meat for the carnivorous. Of men or of babe be plated and devoured. To this they're enslaved by ritual empowered. Disposed as they go the corpses they eviscerate. Now over, the glow danced by as they incinerate.