The Feeding

                                    The Feeding

As night fall and the new moon rise.
It’s time to feed,The Hungry One hunt.
She walks in the dark of the new moon for prey.
Stalking her victim like a wild animal.
Her victim sense she is near.
It’s time to feed.
She grabs her prey.
Her teeth rip into the prey's neck.
As she sucks out the life giving blood,
her prey twitches and turn pale.
She let go.
The prey fall to the ground, still twitching with blood squirting out of her neck.
The Hunger One pale flesh pink up.
The Hunger One stands, as she wipe the blood from her lips,
she licks the blood from her fingers.
It’s good to feed.