leathery wings stretched out across the darkness of night
long sleek body glides beneath
razor sharp claws extend...in readiness
as glowing eyes seek out its prey
hungry is this one...
hungry for the heart of a torn soul
for she is the reaper of heartache
that of which death itself with not touch-
with the blackness of night she finds her prey
for the low moan screams out to her
calls to the heat within her blood
like that of wanton pleasure
it excites her.. hypnotizes her
giving her an insatiable craving
one that only the feel of the heart
upon her lips will cool-
she hears it
yes... it is there
the torn soul
she sweeps down... claws out
before it's aware
she has it trapped beneath her
savoring its essence with the flick of her tongue.
mmmm... delicious -
such sorrow.. such pain
her mouth waters as her claws reach in
closing about the heart.. still beating wildly
savoring the coldness of it
she tastes it with her tongue
and shivers in anticipation
for this is indeed a ripe one-
she tosses back her head
as the wetness of it passes her lips
closing her eyes
she gives a mournful howl into the night....
then looks back at her prey...
*you are now free*
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~Candyce~
