The Hunt

By Tiaray Grace

As the moon rises

And the stars shine their light

The lady and her children stand to take flight

Their winds spread wide

Their calls grow louder

They hunger for blood

And thrive on power

Their victims never hear

The end coming hither

They are taken from the night

As a bird plucks its feather

The blood is soothing

To the great demons lips

It pours down their throats

And tingles their wing tips

There on the road

A poor defenseless child

Curious are the creatures

As they swoop down beside her

She cries for her mother

A woman dearly loved

The woman who is now

Lying dead in the mud

One creature there

Takes pity on the child

And decides to take her home

To be free and wild

He lifts her to the air

Her cries are silenced

He takes her to his lair

A home well-balanced

His bite changes her

Into one of them

She is safe now

With her new friend