Feeding Time - Deeds of Flesh

A hungry pack

Of ferocious beasts

Only desires

Are that of meat

Something big

Is coming this way

With only two

It will surely be

Our nights prey

Stalking stealthfully

The smell is increasing

Seeing the victim

They soon will be eating

Pound of flesh

Standing there waiting

Moving under the tree

Attacked by two then three

Tearing at the back and neck

The gian releases a fit of sreams

Try to run away

But one has the leg

Ripping it down we have it now

Torn to pieces for the feeding

Go for the corpse

Scrapping for meat

Punching large teeth

Through the skin

Face soaked

With bloody chunks

Go for the corpse

Moving under the tree

Attacked by two then three

Tearing at the back and neck

The gian releases a fit of sreams

Try to run away

Tasting the fresh kill

Is turning him greedy

Only the largest eat freely