Paula Swanson Poet Narrative

The Diary of Lord Kellington (10)

I thirst!
I Hunger!
It gnaws at me.
Pulls at me, my mind is on fire.
Through my window, I see now that the moon will soon be full.  A day or two at the 
most to wait.

Then will come the beasts.  The mortal men who prowl amid their madness.  Growling, 
baying, ripping, shredding.

I am connected to them through their blood lust.  I feel their need.  It doubles my own.

My clothes chafe.  
My skin crawls.
I need to kill.
Not hunt....KILL!

Yet something hold me back.  Keeping me captive in my lair.  It will not allow me to 
purge this keening need.
It keeps me waiting, the need to kill growing.  It is ecstasy in it's pain.

I have shut Crystal out.  I am not in control of my senses.  She smells now of food.  I 
will not!

Two more days at the most.
Then I feast!

~Lord Kellington

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Kabuteng P.Ink K. November 2, 2010 at 2:03 AM good write in showing Kellington's struggle here, Paula --poor Crystal though...but good in a way too that she is spared :)