As I lie here in the dark,
I stir from my rest and burst forth into the night.
I feel an insatiable thirst,
a craving for that which I must seek.
The cool crispness of the night reassures me,
As I travel the worn streets. I hunt with such fierceness,
It happens so quick.
I pounce on my prey with playful delight,
And tear into soft flesh to release my reward.
The crimson liquor fills me with satisfying warmth.
My prey’s struggles slow, as his life ebbs away.
The Dawn fast approaches, I have time for one more,
I must fly quickly if I hope to discover that which appeases my hunger.
I soar over rooftops, down walls, and between cars. I keep to the shadows, ever on the prowl. You had better be indoors, because I will find what I need.
‘Ware of the night, the Mistress is on the Hunt.
