Red, red, red
deep crimson velvet,
smooth as silk,
and fluid as water,
pools around tan skin
with such a snare on its surface.
It growls intensely
with glimmering
shining eyes
and sharp canine fangs
snuggled warm
in its prey.
Embracing, protecting
its game,
feeling proud
and unwilling to share.
As more red drops
fall into its belly from the lacerations,
feeding it fill,
it grows stronger
more powerful
taking the life from one creature
to itself
for its own selfish needs.
The source of the red juice,
a young girl,
fell for its games,
its temptation,
its pure evil lies
that whispered to her
that life will be better
in sweet blissful
death.
Beware of the red,
dead,
blood,
and its wicked ways.