Bloodlust

A lone figure wanders

Bloodlust

As night falls
a fog rolls in.
A lone figure wanders.

He feeds on fear.

His lusting is to
taste blood tonight.

He stalks his victim,
surprises her,
stifles her screams.

His blade flashes
in the streetlight.

He steps back to
watch her life oozing
crimson from her body.

His deed leaves
him breathless.
Her soul will join
the others--
haunting him.