A Preying Hunger Sated
Once upon a time
I had a name,
a faceless woman
of no great fame
————
I hunt the night
to shadows bend,
its in the Grey
my searching ends
Scoping the cattle
sorting the weak,
A brightness of aura
Is what I seek
Young and lithe
stalking the ground,
I see my meal
has just been found
Alighting to earth
I straighten my dress,
licking my fingers
does the ‘mascara’ test
Slinking out
into the light,
trans-morphing beauty
now within his sight
Bewitching his mind
with lustful thoughts,
he’s weaving this way
my meals been brought
Leading him to
a quiet nook,
I’m making the way
for moving my rook
Sweating I see
his lust is at peak,
my meals been warmed
blue veins I seek
Slipping my hands
though his hair,
staring through eye’s
that show no care
My hungers at peak
thus cannot control,
a face in his neck
wanting this feast whole
Pressing my mouth
in the dew of his skin,
unsheathing teeth
they slowly slide in
Taking him into
another realm,
draining his life
is no hard sell
A rapture of blood
flows in my veins,
drifting me through
the higher plains
Then resting his head
on a waistcoat torn,
I straighten myself
in blood I’m adorned
I Stride away
Electrified by night,
Thinking I’d like
A desert to delight
————
My name is death
I’m cursed to prey,
knowing I’ll never
see sight of the day
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