Into A Den Of Vipers...
…And with smiles that belied
The truth of their desire
Ragged claws hidden
Beneath the charms and approval
Eyes that flashed
From tranquil blue to a dark
Mass of emptiness
They all stood and stared,
Calculated reach
To touch, To hold, to feel,
To steal and devour the last
Remnants of flesh from the frame.
Picking over the slowly decaying bones
Of an aged Prince,
all of you to revel in the dust.