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.
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Summary:
It's about an ancient dark ritual.
No stanzas, and
no soup for you
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Razer sharp ink.
Nearly cut me.
Thank you.
I was quite pleased with this one.
I like the way you phrased your comment.
Powerfully penned, SG. Great rhymes and flow my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, this was one of those random ones that just came out.
Sounds like words to a very powerful dark spell.