Darkness Walks

A pale faced beauty turns around,
She picks up on the rhythmic sound,
Of dinner's footsteps on the ground,
With unsuspecting ease.

A cloak as black as darkness gets,
Her fangs are sharp, her lips are wet,
Ready to pounce, her target's set,
Through starving eyes, she sees.

He walks alone, so unaware,
Of the danger that is lying there,
Her evil presence in the air,
The hunger, she must please.

What succor she will finally taste,
His struggling heart will start to race,
And splash more blood onto her face,
She'll send him to his knees.

Movements silent in the dark,
She tracks her victim's pulsing heart,
She begins tear his flesh apart,
And feed among the trees.

She drops the body at her feet,
His struggling heart no longer beats,
Into the dark, she must retreat,
Before the darkness leaves.






With help from Sleepwalker - thanks,babe