It were an unholy feast
To which he gnawed with verve
With mad coals of green flame against his alabaster whites
Starin’ through that dreadful snare o’ his own eyes
drippage o’ ichor from his lips to his chin
Tentacles twist and writhe betwix his bladesome teeth
The corners o’ his lips curlin’, turnin’ every which way as he tore into the grisly flesh
o’ that pig-snouted fang’ead

Authors note: This is inspired by the words linked to and a project i’ve been working on.