In the dusk
Hunters of human blood
Reclaim erstwhile portions
Of flesh left over
From yesterday's 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 someone 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 always kept open
As vultures wait keenly for
Yet another supper
In the dusk.
