Hand of the Host

It is here

That vice indulged

Bleeds the living

Of their trust

And now the

Chosen children play

Never to

Lay rest

Hand of the host

Extended from his fingers

Dangles scented flesh

Bodies offered spun

From infant minds

Perfect in their

Empty conception

To be devoured

By my lustful heart

I am commanded

"do as thou wilt"

Through the halls I am lead

Following I am lead

"writhe and gnaw each other's flesh"

He lies uncovered

This ancient man

Of bristle and bone

Hoary and unwashed

His lonely soul

Fills the room

Our reverie

Lays broken on the floor

Cast him out into the throngs

Into unholy laughter