The Hunger of Immortals

Bring my eyes to crimson

with blood of innocence.

Pure and light to entrance

the hunger of immortals.

Silent as to stalk the night,

hidden in drowning shadows

to hunt the perfect prey.

Waiting for an opportunity

to pierce delicate ivory flesh.

Letting that sultry ambrosia

flow into my bitter corpse.

Patience lessens as dawn

wakes with her cruel rays.

The dark disappears, as will I

to await a new predator’s night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

October 2, 2003

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