At Dusk

In the dusk
Hunts for human blood
Reclaim erstwhile portions
Of flesh left over from
Yesterday's gory feast
At midnight;
Sharp fangs
Red-stained teeth
A mass of tangled hair
Horrific portents
Remind us of death;
Black
Shocking
Red
Awesome,
A pool of somebody else's blood.
We go through sadistic tunnels
Hearing ominous hoots
And eerie chuckles,
Sinister selfish spirits
Share aristocratic jokes;
Their sadistic pleasure
Satisfies only hearts
As perverse as they.
Wicked, cruel, thirsty for ill,
The jaws of death
Are kept perennially open
As vultures wait impatiently for
Yet another supper
In the dusk.