Survivor Poem – Thirst 

 

The moonlight

Shone down

On a lonely figure

Highlighting his face

And his watchful eye

He knew in his mind

What he

Would give her

How slowly and surely

He would watch her die

His skin was dark

And his heart

Not beating

His thirst for blood

Consumed him now

He saw her lips

As she sat eating

He put on his act

And gave a bow

He pulled his cloak

Around his body

He took a leap

And was in flight

He was the darkness

And owned everything in it

Like a bird of prey

He stalked the night

He saw her laughing

And the life that was in her

Dressed in white a sign of good

For a moment he felt sorry

That he would hurt her

But he needed blood

And her blood was his food

In a moment a flash

He was upon her

His charm and grace

Put her in a trance

He needed to feed

Her blood was laughing

He whisked her away

In a moments glance

Her body he lay

On white silk bedding

 Wiping his teeth

On a white silk sleeve

Her golden flesh

Spread out there for him

Excitement and hunger

He could hardly breathe

His teeth sunk in

Her flesh was broken

A lonely tear

Ran down her cheek

What had he done

What had he taken

He’d drained her blood

And her body went weak

Drunk with blood

And the fear held within it

He pulled on his cloak

And leapt into flight

He was the darkness

And owned everything in it

Like a raven’s shadow

He merged into night

That was the last

That he saw of his victim

Her lying asleep

On the hotel bed

Had he have known that

When he had left her

She was lying asleep

And wasn’t yet dead

The events of the day

Might not have happened

He might have made sure

That the darkness was night

For when he set flight

From the dark cellar window

He flew into sunlight

And not into night.

By Naz