Vampiress of the Night
She sits and she watches
At the crowd down below
Picking and choosing
Who'll meet their untimely doom
None of them knowing
Each one of them game
She's hungry, she's starving
She thirsts for their veins
The moment she chooses
Her radar zooms in
Nothing else matters
Her calm is their fear
She pounces, they topple
Falling to the ground
She savors the moment
Before she starts to devour
Leaving them paralyzed
No blood left to cyphen
She'll flies away satisfied
As if none of this happened
Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016
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