The Feast Of The Others

The Feast Of The Others

The Others, they reside in ancient grounds hiding away in dark towers as tall as the dead withering trees out in the forest of elsewhere.
The olde house shrouded in fog remains untouched guarded by bloodthirsty hounds chained to the roots that grow out of the brown weeds and blackened soil from the ash of cremated bodies that coil with the ensnaring hands of poison oak.
Every first strike of the witching hour comes fourth the demon from the hellish room of butchery with knife and the head of swine in hand writhing in strife fighting for its last dying breath of life. Three dark gods of the olde and sinister await in hunger for their feasting of the others till the dawn of midnight. They leer with obsequiousness, and drool over a vicarious lust for the vicious  devourment of sacrificial Viscera.
A large obsidian table hosts the maimed and the foul expressed through a thousand blasphemous
Lacerations towards the head of swine. Bronze candles emit rays of light amongst the dim-lit room of golden plates, and tapestries ensnared with gore,and rotted blight.
They hide under grandiose cloaks
Made from fine silk and satin, covered in rhinestone jewels, revealing Hints of tortured flesh. Their jaws fashioned from stainless steel, teeth made of bronze, and wrinkled hands with peeling skin
Akin to the burnt flesh of the flawless
Others. At last all is in place and the ritual is at hand, the final feast shall be imminent, their long nails extend and writhe ready to scratch the surface of their hosts, eyes bleed with insatiable nature. Rays of light from the candlelights distort in shape from the reflective jewelry, festering skin from the others contort in shape,
Blood begins to ooze from the walls, spatters of sickening morsels of flesh flow to and fro but lest we forget that tonight is the feast of the others so we must indulge in this morbid feast  in complete pitch black dusk, please blow out the candles, blood will flow out of the
Keyholes and Door handles, we implore thee to blow out the candles to show no more of this grotesque fine dining filled with hateful tortured screams howling from the dying swine, Make haste blow out the candles for they must die out!