Hand of the Host

It is here
That vice indulged
Bleeds the living
Of their trust
And now the
Chosen children play
Never to
Lay rest
Hand of the host
Extended out
From his fingers
Dangles scented flesh
Bodies often spun
From infant minds
Perfect in their
Empty conception
To be devoured
By my lustful heart
I am commanded
'Do as thou wilt'
Through the halls
I am led
Following
I am led
'Writhe and gnaw
Each other's flesh'
He lies uncovered
This ancient man
Of bristle and bone
Hoary and unwashed
His lonely soul
Fills the room
Our reverie lays broken
Broken on the floor
Cast him out into the throngs
Out into unholy laughter