My eyes are flaming

My fangs are drawing

My muscles are tensing

My mind is hating.

My prey is walking

Never thinking

That it's her last day,

Living,

Breathing.

Now I'm leaping

Now I'm killing

Now I'm drinking

Now I'm weeping.

Now she's hurting

Now she's dying

No longer breathing

And my mind is hating.

A little poem I felt like doing to 'promote' my Gothina story, read it if you want. This poem basically portrays my character when she's killing.