I slowly rise from my grave
Looking for a hapless prey
The blood moon shines menacingly
Trying to hide my sinister face
I scream and it starts
The brooding destruction
The flowers wither; the trees die
I move slowly in a daze
Absorbing the devastation
And I finally find it
My prey I have been looking for
Scared and alone in the wilderness
I move closer and look
The face of dread and fear
My heart palpitates
My mind awakens
I raise my hand to touch
The soft shivering skin
It moves away crawling
A smile plays on my lips
I shorten the distance
I take it out from inside
My fruitful companion
So sharp so beautiful
I raise the blade high
And look into its eyes
Memorizing its look
The blade strikes
The blood spatters
My face is drenched
I taste the purity in it
The fear gives a tangy taste
It is a slow death;
I see the life drain out of it
I feel the heart stop
Mesmerized
I wait for a while
Drinking the pleasure
And then start
To search for the next prey.