Destiny would have her Way
He loved her blatant whiteness, there was sugar in her veins
His powerful nostrils smelled her weaknesses, and he smiled
She would soon be his, they both understood this
meekly resigned, not thrilled, her bits of fear increased his desire
He approached her from the shadows, understanding his power
She dared not move; felt his presence, but stayed still
There was the macabre smell of blood and a quickening
They both understood destiny would have her way and soon.
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