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She prowls darkened city streets,

to stalk her hapless prey,

‘neath cloak of midnight’s dismal gloom,

forswearing light of day.



A thirst to feed, a hunger’s need,

a lust to drink your soul,

a fev’rish greed, will ne’er recede,

a craving ‘yond control.



Light pale complexion, piercing eyes,

seductive mesmeric stare,

cooed whispered lies that captivate,

hypnotically ensnare.



An ageless face, a tempting grace,

a promise to reveal,

a wisp of lace, that veils a place,

of intimate appeal.



Step nearer, unsuspecting soul,

submit to evil’s clutch,

come closer, feel a rapt’rous death,

a vixen’s fatal touch.



A yen to fill, a lust to kill,

a savage urge to feed,

an ancient skill, invokes a thrill,

and satisfies a need.



Her thirst is quenched, a craving’s gorged,

the prize, a stilled heart’s beat,

unseen by day, she hunts by night,

the lonely dismal street.