Trifle hours...

Please bare with me..
you lovely little devils.
your firey red tails...dance in the night
The cackle in your voice..

brings...

Screams of pain..
cups of blood spilt..
Tormented figures...
Their shadows dance on the walls.

One by one...
they are torn apart.
Hearts are ripped out...
The flesh fed to the little ones.

The firey little ones devour...
and drink...
Feasting on their dinner...
Savoring each taste.

Licking the bones..
as if they were desserts..

Come one come all..
The little childern walk...
Their eyes gleaming with hunger.
Wanting more and more..
to Fufill each one's power.

...savoring...the trifle hours...