Feast

Gaze with me,

On them with the sweet, succulent 

Mortal souls

With gaping hearts

And energy they cannot control.

Call them in to dine together,

Tiring them with play

So they will want to come again

To taste

The harrowing ether of an immortals feast.

Shower them in meats and puddings,

Bathe them in gravy,

And devour them whole.

Oh killer of young and of old,

"Happy Thanksgiving," as the children were told.