Hunter of duskfall prowls with sensation
The craving of thirst awakens mortal lure
Enchanted by taste of flesh, a night’s potion
His shadow rises upon needs impure.
Enticing one prey, he offers sinful blessing
To consume blood’s feast, the sweetness of nectar
Another creature now part of the Hunter’s ring;
Both enshrined by moonlight’s conniving star.
Consumed by earthy hunger, fangs devour
As seasons feed on eternity’s quest,
Not knowing the woman of morning hour
Or sunrise’s flavor, gently possessed.
He wanders again scouring for luscious bite
Transcending centuries gothic and old
Slow lament of own death, a rabid plight
Enough! His knifed heart spurts, his wish bestowed.
Poems From The Vampire Contest
by nette onclaud