Out of the Mist

Out from the shadows, out of the mist
Slithering, stalking from behind the ancient tomb
He's waiting watching, clenching his fist
She's as provocative and sensual like a fresh bloom

He must catch his breath from the very first sight
Unbearably enticing, her aroma so undeniable
He tries to hang on, to hold back, with all his might
The power she possesses, so extremely viable

Hearing the roar and rush through her veins
The sight, the smell, the sound, he bites his lip
The power of bloodlust he can not restrain
Out of his mind, thinking, "Just one sip!"

Skin so white like a porcelain doll
Senses heightened to such a degree
There is no resisting, no, none at all
It's now too late, he knows it must be

Oblivious to her surrounding
She has no idea, inkling or clue
Her bossom heaving, her heart is pounding
She knows not what will soon be true

Stunning, handsome, so very charming
Thinking to herself, "Oh goodness, oh my!"
Such a beautiful wonder, not at all alarming
Not aware for a second she's about to die

Out of the shadows, out from the mist
She thinks nothing of it
As he takes her hand, and turns her wrist
Gentle kisses and then she is bit

The crimson nectar flows from her vein
Flashes of her life go by her eyes
The suffering is over, there'll be no more pain
She smiles softly, body limp, all in an instant, she dies...



Dori Wheeler
18may09