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I lick his mortality indifferently

From my cold, cruel lips

Like a ravenous cat not wanting to miss

The last sweet milk that drips.

He drapes, empty, spent of all life, heavy in death

In my strong, icy arms.

His throat lay torn with crimson, final evidence

Of my vile, sunless charms.

With not a second glance, I drop him thoughtlessly

To the damp, weathered ground,

Releasing him forever from his futile humanity,

Without a care or sound.



I do not recall when this lust did choose to run

Inside my gentle mind.

My thoughts now warned that each rising sun

Is deadly for my kind.

Eternal moons electrify the pulsating rush

Of needs to quench this fire.

Sensing each woman, man and child that breathes, is meat

To satiate desire,

I curse the One who dammed my being to cold love

And immortal passion.

I stalk the night, the grim solitary huntress

With death as my mission.



I remember once so long ago, a young girl

Charged with life and power,

Surviving the world from each minute to moment

With temerity and flower,

Mocking the night for sex, music and confection,

No heed for tomorrow.

With infinite passions and promises of forever,

He pledged my soul to sorrow.

I am of the Kindred. All mankind is my wine.

My life blood is your death.

Let me lay waste your throat with a promise of love,

Till you breathe your last breath



08/23/00

Amy Riberdy