The old ones feed



Insipid be the bounty, lain before the masses.
Languishing are those the ravenous harasses.
Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated.
Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated.
The crazed stare unphased, their beckoning insidious.
They whom lay slayed, just meat for the carnivorous.
Of men or of babe be plated and devoured.
To this they're enslaved by ritual empowered.
Disposed as they go the corpses they eviscerate.
Now over, the glow danced by as they incinerate.

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It's a dark party, not for the squeamish. I just wanted to make something up.

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Submitted by RyanBlackborough on May 25, 2024

Modified by RyanBlackborough on May 30, 2024

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Scheme ABCDEEFFGG
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 476
Words 87
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 10

Ryan Blackborough

For years he lived in a secret government facility. One day they found him and were like "what the fuck are you doing here?", and they shot him. Now he wanders the earth as a ghost, a poet ghost (not a ghost writer, he's way cooler than that). For some reason he can wear hats but if he walks through a wall or something (not like tables or small stuff) the hat falls off. He's lost a lot of nice hats. more…

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  • alanswansea18
    This is a beautiful poem and thank you for the vote.
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