Through the obsidian woods,
I moved with ease.
My fangs bared white and gleaming,
towards the faded yellow full moon.
To my left,
A deer runs in sure terror.
To my right,
A once beautiful fast flowing stream.
Set to my coarse,
I track my pray,
Meer aniamls no longer full-filling.
Crouched beneath his window,
his scent aiding my hunger.
I rise to my hunches,
and rest arms that ache to have him,
upon his window sil.
Asleep upon his bed,
So still
thought to be already dead.
I slide through the opening
and curle at his feet.
I move in closer,
feeling his breath upon me.
I move in
to take him.....
In a cold sweat,
I awaken.
His sweet scent....still lingering!
