Dead Man's Wine

Where devils sleep and rule the night

Within their den of bones

A place where the living bury the dead

Beneath a field of stones

They feast upon their rotting flesh

Their tables adorned with flowers

Gluttons by nature they eat their fill

Sometimes they feast for hours

Their fingers become their appetizers

They save their heads 'til last

A feeding frenzy will soon take place

So the demons must eat fast

The graveyard always seems serene

A calm and peaceful space

But six feet under the demons feast

With bodies all over the place

Embalming fluid is their drink of choice

They drink it while they dine

It washes down the rotting flesh

They call it dead man's wine

Reviews

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Wow! you made death sensual :)

[eglantine]

haha ewww! Last stanza is def the best! Sounds liek this could be in some creepy children's halloween story.

[Eve]

oh my gawd...this is so wickedly disgusting and fabulous! ha, excellent work! now I shall never be able to pass a graveyard without seeing them lurking and feasting beneath, gives me shivers!

[Freckled Princess]

I read this out loud so I could hear the magnificent rhyming, and when I blinked after I read all of it, I realized I was crying. Good good job.

[Marie]

This is some kind of poem! I love the title and the last line being the same.