The Bite

Hunched onto the mirror,
the Dipterian stood still -
Was it revering the coarse
fabric of its carcass?
Or the advent of the gloomy
dusk which is more in tune
with its morbid intent?
The tenebrific milieu is set;
it starts its perilous journey
towards the victim -
hovering around the succulent mass ,
finally it lands on a fertile plain.
Deftly raising the proboscis ,
strikes hard into the fleshy
abyss of the hapless dozer !
It slakes its lips with gore,
the sacrifice is done -
Every night this ritual gets repeated;
the hunter donning the friar`s hood
purges the obliquity of the prey(cleansing him)
while it gets sated at will !