The Hunt

I smell your tangy blood,
Sweet, salty, thick, and rich.
On this kill I've no need to brood,
Taking you will be a sinch.

Across the city I stalk you,
Your scent sticks to my senses like glue.
There's no where you can hide from me,
Of what I am, you haven't a clue.

You are helpless in my grasp,
My strength greatly surpasses yours,
My grip on you tightens like a clasp.
You're like a fish succumbing to my lore.

Quicker than you can think,
Faster than you can react,
My vampiric fangs into your neck sink,
Taking you is no chore, that is a fact.

The swoon overtakes me,
My mouth fills with the nector,
Images from my victim surround me,
To my dinner, I seem a spector.

I let you fall,
Your body slumps to the ground,
Over the scene hangs a pall,
It will be awhile before you're found.

I turn and walk away,
My form fades into the distance,
Upon your fallen form shines a moonlit ray,
From my destined path I'll never sway,
For after you, I know I'll kill again.