Darkness surrounds and penetrates. Thoughts on fire, the soul vibrates. With cascading scarlet images, the demon wakes. The night, so still, chilled, the light no longer spilled onto the streets and alleys traversed as predator for prey. Stifled desire grows, now knows no bounds, found caged no more and free to slay. The rage, the hunger, no longer hidden, out from under as twinkle and color traces the way to sating play. Quiet, brisk, not a sound, stealthy, hunting, ravenous bloodlust will strike down. Behind so quiet, coiled tight to strike, approaching prey oblivious to impending oblivions sway. A smile grows, a heart soars, the rush uproarious and here to stay. Attack attack, bones crack, crimson splats as screaming fades quickly away. The body spent, the chalice of such wanton destruction in sultry sanguine pools lay, broken and bloody, a simple small price to pay. Hunger abated, soul sated, heart fated, rejoicing in death to yet again play another day.
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