On silver wings, against the azure tinted dusk
Shone fierce a light
From shadowy souls of the midnight aria
To the destitute shores the forest green, now darkened at the glimpse
of the intrinsic inclinations of the soul of man
East of Eden, and south of heaven, from the disparaging depths of
Sexual deviation, and sadistic deprivation
A beast stalks the floors of concrete jungle, lying in wait for one who comes to bear
On lead hope to the grave, the disenchanted deviant; the man of sexual prowess and miasma of the lust that swirls about him angrily
A faint moment, deciding... needing....

And then she comes,
Is she you? the one who I have now, or the one I search
Seconds stop... minutes ceasing to exist, Time halts as if I were holding it in my vampyric addiction.
A turn.. a look...

Then pounce...