Author: Lady Marian PM
Descriptive poem following a vampire on an evening of tracking, catching, and then dining on prey.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Horror - Words: 189 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-12-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3091388
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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.