(Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight related- but I hope to be put on Stephenie's will.)
Phantom of Night
She
stops, she stares
The shadows grow.
Off in the night, a lone
wolf howls.
"Awhooo," he cries, desperately,
Searching
for his long lost love.
A women laughs, pitilessly.
She knows
no kindness, shows no pain.
Once she did, though; once she
loved.
She is beautiful, but cares not;
Though she uses it to
seduce her prey.
All that matters is that he
isn't
here; he
never
cared.
The wind whips her long mahogany tresses
around her
inhuman features.
Her head rises slowly from her latest meal;
She
feels no shame as they see her.
Seven pained gasps echo through
the night,
As moonlight reflects her sinful eyes.
Red. Blood
Red. Ruby Red.
She's no longer innocent; no longer sweet;
The
human before her was merely a treat.
Her loved ones cry; a
Greek-god weeps.
She's a killer now;
The Phantom of Night.
(How'd you like it? Reviews are definitely appreciated. I was in a sad mood and just got the urge to write, and came up with this. I hope you liked it. And yes, I know I need to update my other stories soon. I'm almost finished with the next chapter for 'Never Forgotten', and I started on the next chapter for 'Coincidence'. You should see an update soon! Although, I think I might push it out until I get some more reviews… :))
