Black Eyes Of Bon Temps

I hear the drums in the distance
...Curious...
The pig can wait for now

I follow the sounds
Like Hansel following bread crumbs
But I doubt this will lead to a gingerbread shack

As I get closer I see the orange glow of fire
& in addition to the drumming I now hear grunts
Then chanting soon follows suit

I peer around the brush
"What the hell?!?"
This must be a dream

Even with a few drinks in me
There is no way I could be imagining this
The people of Bon Temps are here

All half naked and fornicating
But what's wrong with their eyes?
Black with sin and death.

I fire a shot into the air
Everything just stops
As someone runs off into the distance

Terry???
.
..
...

"What's going on?"
As my arm is twisted
I hear three distinct sounds

The thud of my knees hitting the ground
The sickening crack of my arm in Terry's grasp
& the dark laughter of all the on lookers...