Hand of the Host

It is here

That vice indulged

Bleeds the living

Of their trustAnd now the

Chosen children play

Never to

Lay restHand of the host

Extended out

From his fingers

Dangles scented fleshBodies often spun

From infant minds

Perfect in their

Empty conceptionTo be devoured

By my lustful heart

I am commanded

"Do as thou wilt"Through the halls

I am leadFollowing

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 roomOur reverie lays broken

Broken on the floor

Cast him out into the throngs

Out into unholy laughter