Unholy Potluck

[Warning: Adult content advisory. Pass on this if you're squeamish or easily offended. Experimenting with horror. My apologies in advance...]

This altar

A dinner table

Where we take

Our seats

To feast

"Blessings on this meal we eat,"

My bride demures

I carve the feet

They're bony

But she loves

The meat

Beneath the smoking habit

The tasty Nun's shape shifts

As I carve another slice

And fork it to my lips

I caught them in the rookery

On edge of carnal sin

I tempted them with trickery

So I could punish them

The sister moaned in pleasure

As the father rang her bell

And now the two are dinner

For my demon hoard in Hell

The Priest's frozen in horror

Of what we have in store

He knows he's on the menu

When we've finished

With his whore...