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| The Hunt The sun sets, the world comes to a hush. Creatures of night awake, calls of the wild can be heard. A breeze blows softly, nature calls out my name. The sky becomes darkened, stars sparkle like eyes in the night. Visions of the hunt I see, panic in their faces I enjoy. One lonely soul I touch, so sweet I do embrace. Caressing her smooth skin to mine, taking all her fears away. A lovely girl she is, a smile to her I do give. Words of comfort she does hear, as I whisper in her ear. "Tis only I that has come for thee, and in my darkness you will be." Kissing gently down her cheek, feeling her heart beat and skip. Arms of a child I do feel, holding me tight and so near. I stroke her hair to sooth her more, on her neck I do explore. In this passion I deeply bite, taking from her a sweet life. In my arms she becomes so limp, the death of my kiss upon my lips. I drop her here, a dead child she is. I turn to walk back into the night, only a climps of her smile remains in mind. Her blood lingers on my tongue, a sweet taste I got from this one. Another I will chase, it is the hunt that I embrace. By Penny Kotyk |
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