Poetry Contest Entry
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The Lady In The Night
~By Zozo
During the day she stays to the shadows,
Biding her time waiting for the night to fall,
Suppressing her hunger till the moon is high and the stars are bright,
The night time comes, she awakes,
Her deep green eyes piercing the night,
Slinking out gracefully into the dark,
Her Dark hair flowing down her back and chest,
Her Crimson Red dress billowing before her,
To hunt, to search for her victim, to drain his life away,
She slinks silently down the streets,
Her feet making little sound on the pavement as she hunts,
She walks down the dark streets, watching, listening for her opportunity,
Out of the corner of her eye she spots movement behind her,
A cold smile spreads across her Ruby red lips,
She slows her paces and slowly, gracefully turns around,
Behind her the young man grins,
Unaware of the danger that is staring him cruelly in the face,
Her soft, seductive voice purrs to the young man inviting him to follow,
Stupidly he takes her slender snow white hand and follows,
She leads him down the Dark, deserted streets,
She leads him down the worn track to the cemetery,
The young man is unsure, but she assures him it will be fine,
That he will have all he wants in time,
They continue along that dark track,
Past the resting places of all those who have left this world,
To a Dark Crypt in the centre of that Dark place,
She, smiles a cold unfeeling smile, and leads him down into the crypt,
He looks unsure but follows on, eagerly awaiting his cruel reward,
She closes the gate behind them and turns to face the young man,
In the dark he cannot see the cold smile on her pale face,
He lunges towards her and begins to kiss her,
She dances her slender fingers down his back and unsheaths her fangs,
He is too busy lost in the moment to notice,
As she slides one hand seductively around his waist,
While with her other she strokes his soft, tender neck,
Swiftly, before the young man knows what is happening,
She twists his neck sharply, causing him to gasp in pain,
Then sinks her pure white fangs into his neck,
He sighs softly as the life giving blood drains from his body,
Just before he is near death the lady withdraws,
She laughs coldly, cruelly, with no emotion and looks down,
At the helpless young man nearing death,
She slides her long, sharp, crimson nails across her chest,
Causing the blood to rise to the surface and ooze out,
She pushes the young mans head to her chest,
Forcing him to take in her blood,
He can do nothing but drink,
The smell and the taste engulfing his senses,
Then she pushes him to the floor and swirls out into the night,
To hunt some more, to create more of her kindred....
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