The denizens' come to the round square
teetering old to tottering young
They gather like vampires
to feed on the energy of terror
and share in the seduction of evil
The leavings of the dame spill
and roll forward in an awkward parade
leaving trails of tears, blood and wretchedness
in their wake masks of mock horror
surging in shared ecstasy they moan
then cry shrill and coarse for more
Madame Death smiles
her gaping stained tooth grin
knowing wicked will turn on wicked
and she shall never go hungry
