The Hunt

Knowing my faith I enter the night,
Complex as I am I simplify my existance
to the Deadly cause of my living,
to hunt and to feed...

Weak as I am I make myself Strong,
I steel myself thinking of the rich
flowing blood which flows through
my victims veins..

I let the hunt begin,and flies into the night,
In fogshape I spawn the night for my prey...
It's days are numbered,it is to fall for my bite..
Now life matters none,only the lust of the blood
is in my mind..

Seeking the prey
I soon know where it is..
The mortal human who is the chosen one..
My senses tingles at the whiff of blood,
my heart races as I get near...

My head is spinning,and my eyes are blind..
Now is the moment,I scream for attack..

In I go,in a fatal dive..
My victim draws closer,and I can see it's neck..
My fangs bare,dripping with saliva soon to be mixed red...
I am the hunter,It is the prey... It falls for my attack,
I lunge for the neck..
My fangs hits home and draws,
sweet warm blood which
I lustfully being seduced by..
The Feast has begun,
and the mortal is soon no more
After I have fed and satuated myself,
I break its neck like a twig..
It lies there..Hollow,empty of life..
No more.. I fly into the night,heading for home..