Under the cold,pale,unsmiling,cloud
enshrouded full moon at the witching hour,
In the stony silence of the cool,misty night,
I sit upon a mossy boulder biding my time
amongst the dark evergreens.
A dispassionate,and perverse personage am I,
the dark spectre of your worst nightmares.
With blood lust upon my crazed mind,
and the raging fire of hunger burning
in my fierce,red eyes.
Long,jagged,sharply pointed teeth gnash
uncontrollably,and a low growl escapes
my thin,cruel blood red lips,
as I begin my solitary hunt.
I creep silently through the misty forest,
a shimmering ghost amongst the living,
thirstily seeking my unsuspecting
warm blooded human prey.
Silently through the sleepy little town
I stealthily creep.
The scent of blood in quietly
beating human hearts
fills my thin,flaring nostrils,
aggravating my intense hunger for
the taste of sweet,warm blood.
After an eternity of searching I at last see
my chance to snatch life from the living.
A small pale faced urchin with straggly blonde hair
teeters down the dark cobblestone streets toward me,
unaware of the danger that lurks in the night.
Swiftly,silently like a bolt of lightning
with an insane hunger I swoop down
upon her frightened form.
My razor sharp teeth sink deeply
into her soft,pale,defenseless,throat.
Her screams of intense pain urge me on.
Deeper and deeper I suck drawing every drop
of her delicious life giving blood into my
greedy throat.
Sadly she at last fades into the silence
of an untimely death,and I am left with
hunger still upon me.
So I resume my cruel,heartless mission
and search for another victim under the pale
lifeless full moon.
Donavon Scott Vinson
