You know she wants it always
The thirst for blood she cannot clench
For the moon no longer holds her sway
A someone may cross her path
And she cannot hope to contain the monster within
For the urge is too great to resist

It will swoon her, consume her, and she will become it
A savage; an entity entirely controlled by pure instinct
A whiff of this and that
And before you know it; fangs will grow
And piercing blue eyes will be clouded
By the certainty of death

She lives for the chase, the hunt
Her pray so fragile, so vulnerable
It's almost sad; she will crush them
Drink them, eat them, forget them
The taste of red liquid metal has her infatuated
And it is all she is now,
For the moon no longer holds her sway