Screaming Instincts
The human female was tougher then he thought,
she battled as if victory is what she sought,
the vampire smiled at her,
as she was erasing the lines of pain away from her face,
He pulled at her, and she fought back,
thwarting blows, and offering a formidable attack.
The vampire couldn’t understand her need to win,
the other humans coward, and ran away,
she battled with grace and was here to stay,
this just didn’t seem right,
but she continued and she put up such a fight.
She managed to move along side a massive trunk of one fallen tree,
raising her weapon upward so the vampire couldn’t see,
he turned to face her and she stood tall,
a crushing blow that made him fall, and sway,
crawl, and pray,
as he tried to sneak away,
the sword came down and ate away at his flesh,
and his screaming instincts were actually dead wrong,
he was in darkness, and he heard the haunting song,
but before the female ended his life,
he saw a child covered in the forest mud secretly hidden away,
and the female watched his pain turn into a twisted disarray
now he understood the reason for his defeat,
she was a mother with a child to protect,
and he was a vampire that had a chance to select,
a weakling, a coward any other,
instead he chose to fight against the power of a mother.
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