The Unlit Street

poem by: Chel Scott
Written on Aug 16, 2018 

Stalking through the unlit street,
in search of his nightly prey.
He tongues his white fangs in anticipation,
hunger makes itself known.
Stealthily he approaches a bench, 
where sits a teenager,
enjoying her last cigarette.
Aware of each move the mortal makes,
he awaits the moment to strike.
In an embrace made for lovers,
he sips the youngsters blood.
Skulking through the unlit street,
he tongues his crimson tipped fangs.

 

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