Hunger (and the following poems in the series) THIS POEM IS MY MASTERPIECE!!!

Hunger

The lone sentinel stands, watchful
He sees the child, warm and young
She is youthful, and new to this world
He hungers for her, to feed on innocence

He watches her from afar, waiting
Her youth ripens, her body changes
He stands at the window, listening
The child sleeps, dreaming ever

The child notices him, strangely familiar
His eyes meet hers, and he turns away
He walks down an empty alleyway
The young girl follows, turning the corner

She meets him, hidden in an alcove
He opens his arms, and embraces her
Their lips meet, and she tastes his breath
He savors her sweetness, her youth

He pushes her away, leaving the alley
She stares after him confused, certain
They meet twice more, his retreats continued
She knows his name, but cares not

The child knows who she courts, and what
She knows his hunger, and her place in it
He longs for her, she knows well
She decides, willing herself to him

He looks with hunger, but denies her
She is hurt, unsure what has passed
He glances at her, and leaves
He denies his hunger for the first time

He stalks his prey, crouching amongst the trees
The doe feels his teeth, a flash of pain
He feeds on her body, lusting for more
He wipes his mouth, and moves on.

Memories
The child remembers him
She recalls his face
She sees him in her dreams
Smells him in that place

After dark she seeks the shadows
Longing for the night
Dark out on the banister,
A cat takes ghostly flight

She runs to lift the window
Sure that its him at last
The window slides, and through the screen
She feels the icy blast

Alas, something has gone amiss
Shadows creep into the room
“What!?”- she asks
Is this?

Phoenix
She slinks in o’er the pane
Cape catching on the sill
She rips it back into place
The child sits cold, and still

The Phoenix’s eyes glaze over,
And she feels the pain
She breaths in the child’s youth
And savors in her gain

The child’s feet upon the stairs
A crash, and then a sigh
A look into the Phoenix’s eyes
A whimper, then good-bye

A Change
Somewhere in the night
A lone figure doth he stir
His breath catches as he stops
And then remembers her

His mind changes as he flies
Soaring through the air
This he does, it is not right
Alas, he does not care

He sends birds fleeing
Screeching to the night
Just once more in her embrace
And then he’ll be alright

End
After many months does he
Come unto the place
The spot where he has dream’t
Of her warm embrace

Her room is empty
And in its place instead
Is a mother, weeping softly
Crouching, and full of dread

His eyes do flick to her
Sorrow for her fear
“Where” he asks “is the child”
“Why is she not here?”

Sobbing once more, the mother points
And off into the night
Until his feet come to a halt
His reason all but right

At his feet is where she lies
An epitaph which he read
It seems he came far too late
For his love is dead