Her head sweeps above the waves of perspiration,
She stares deep into the eyes of pure admiration.
A grin spreads over her face as she is overcome with lust.
The lioness stalks her own Himalayas.

Two fangs glow in the dark of mid-night,
Two shadows of vice pierce the moonlit sky.
Her bite sinks into the tender flesh,
The elixir of life seeps out, warm and fresh.

Her lips caress the wound inflict,
As a moan of joy seeps through her lips.
The last bit of life drains from his face,
The victim that soon will have no further name.

A bloody wrist pushed two his face,
A macabre thought of will to live seals his fate.
Lips wrap around, and he himself draws in.
His body turns to living hell with no known end.

Eternal life—eternal night...
Yet another being to never to see the sunrise.
One more pauper shall enter the mysterious night;
An eternal battle he must from now on fight.