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