In the shadows it stood fangs dripping blood
a spectre of evil observing!
After midnight on a still crowded walkway
camouflaged in a vantage point.
Dressed in a long black coat eager to proceed
a vampire needing to feed!

That urge to hunt and track unsuspecting prey
gave it such a morbid thrill!
Leaving no clues after each savage ****
ripping flesh with its fangs.
Instinct indicating a second feed was near
their heartbeat he could hear.

A lone woman walked at an increasing pace
down a dark muddy lane.
After a row with her drunken boyfriend
distracted in her thoughts.
Too fast for any screams or make a break
as her life it did take!

Long sharp fangs sank deep into her soft flesh
soon he had his fill for now.
Lacking emotion he left her there satisfied
that this hunt was done.
Back into the dank shadows it retreated
tonight's feast completed!

Licking the blood off it's fangs! Vanished!

The Foureyed Poet.