Smiling she watches her sire feast,
the pale corpse is now deceased.
Starting a rampage is always best,
listening to mortals scream and protest.
Hunger takes over, every single night,
they die in agony, much to your delight.
The next kill is yours for the taking,
in anticipation your body is shaking.
Looking down into pale terrified eyes
ignoring their pleas and their cries.
Seeing the fear stricken mummy dear,
facing her now is the ultimate in fear.
Now this dilemma, should you turn,
or kill and let their souls forever burn?
Hunger and thirst take over the whim,
killing for you is the only important thing.
Moving up to next on the agenda, dad.
Draining him swiftly, leaves you glad.
Shaking in a corner, last on the list,
white as a sheet, your angelic sweet sis.
A fleeting triumphant look as you leave,
of their empty lives you did relieve.
A sickly smile graces your beautiful face,
out there is more humanity to erase.
Adding your comment:
love this...beautiful flow, love the language, and the imagery! ~Trisha~
