The darkness folds in around me,
The mists close in around my feet,
The scent rises to my nostrils,
The smell of blood is oh so sweet.
Come to me now my perfect victim,
Exquisite for the taste,
Like a fine wine
That will never waste.
Just the thought makes me quake
All over as I anticipate
The pure extacy....
The extacy of the dining.
Your heart fills with fear,
While mine fills with glee.
If you only knew how my touch
Will set you free.
And when I take you,
The the choice is yours divine,
To die in peace,
Or join in the extacy of the dining!
(c.) 1997 by KC Zimmerman
