dark eyes illuminated by the nights moon
look out upon the city..
seeming dead in its midnight hour
red silk blows against black leather
as alabaster skin radiates...
her hunger calls from within
and soon... she will appease it.
such has it been for an eternity..
her un-life.. her curse.
her fate to walk alone
immortal within a dying race.
her soul..old
when the ancients were young...
cries out for substance.
her hunger growing
as the night deepens...
and there within the darkened streets
will she find her prey..
those foolish with their mortality..
unrestraint in their passions.
those who feed upon the decadent pleasures..
high will be their blood with lust
when she feeds upon their soul.
she now but waits..
for deep midnight to come...
for passions to soar..
pleasures to wake...
for then is the time..
her hunger she’ll appease.
~ ~ ~ ~
~Candyce~
