By JohnCarl McGrady
You are still in atramentous night,
Predator-still, the pause of rapt anticipation
You long to hunt, but you are bound and now
Obsidian-still as the mantle bleeds streams of starlight
Thirty paces away
She combs the trestles of her silver hair
In the grass bed by the shallow pond
And you watch
Frozen-still as her toes dabble in the little ripples
Oh, but there is agony in peacefulness
Watch her free the tangles from her luscious hair
Her skin is silver like the moon
And she is soft
And you are still
The night is bleeding, bleeding light
The chains about your teeth are loosed
The fetters fray, you free your fears –
She is slight and you can kill
No more still in silent shadow,
Loose the cry, the call, the gasp
Up she springs from tender grass
You lunge, she screams, you seize, you clasp
Free the bleeding maiden’s heart!
There is NOTHING
I taste her sweat, your blood
I laugh in slashing dream,
Look! Her hair is cut!
The night is red,
Behold the dawn!
THE KILL! THE KILL!
It stains your teeth!
Throw back your head, your throat
You finally eat!
No longer soft,
No longer still,
You sate your thirst,
You drink your kill!
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