Beautiful Madness (Final Battle)

My victory subsided by a megalodon  
gobbling the verminous banshee,  
blighted by social deactivation  
from a magnitude of Icelandic wolves.  
 
I stood head first under a roofed corridor    
bewitched by  blood congested were-rabbits,  
awakening from the battle of lambasted dreams.  
 
My victory was interrupted by minimal opportunist  
clutching a  flesh eating Pterodactyl,  
while interpreting signs from the last supper .  
 
I crucified kaleidoscopic meats bags  
to feed burning witches.  
As day light sneaked out for a  midnight tea,  
the voices of desecrated Earth-Tombs bellowed  
stolen proverbs to Quislings of the tempestuous sky.