some macabre demon
hunts the streets of night
he hungers for blood
the sweet wine that pours forth
from broken human flesh
the darkness is his cape
as he runs thru the shadows
he awaits his next victim
invisions enclosing her
in his fatal embrace
outside the bedroom window
he gently calls her name
she runs outside to join him
her teacher, her friend, her joy
her love, her life
her death
she is alone with a demon
but surely she can’t know
with a sharp pinprick of pain
she finds out
too late
too bad