The waning moon shone in the sky
A fragment of a beauteous pearl
Watching for the barist sign
Of happenings yet to unfurl
It's children slipped down forest paths Closing on the village edge Basking in the shadows cast; Swathed in clothes of privilege
Faint music reached them from afar Voices floating through the night Candles lit in small glass jars Providing them their joyous light
A festival of Gods it was While demons lurked nearby unseen Royalty of blood and dusk And all the pleasure in between
She signaled him to stop and wait They shared a look of mutual thrill She glided in to join the fete And choose the victim of their kill
Shifting with a sultry gait She sauntered through the thronging crowd Searching for a soul to bait; the jaunty, lilting music loud
The rhythm of their hearts beat too A symphony to wisened ears Through leaves a flash of gold she viewed She knew her chosen one was near
The victim's face she then beheld The perfect choice for her new mate Of woods and earth and rain he smelled A strong, built youth for him to spate
With willful gaze and tempting smile She caught the handsome stranger's eye He came to her with youngster's guile Unknowing he was picked to die
Playfully she crept away As he moved nearer to her place She allowed her hips to sway Imagining how he would taste
She drew him down a darkened street Abandoned between sloping eaves Virgin snow beneath their feet in patches, splayed with frozen leaves
Leaning back against a wall of cedar wood, she waited keeping her ungodly thrall upon the mortal fated
he leaned in and she allowed him to caress her mouth her king had duly followed the stranger spun around
Proud and tall he stood erect Power rolling from his form Cobalt eyes roamed to inspect The gift presented from his sworn
The mortal wakened from the trance His panic rent the evening air She bid her hunter to advance And wrapped her hand through mortal's hair
Tilting back her morsel's head Hunter's teeth formed lethal points Mortal's stomach filled with dread; he, hindered by his traitorous joints
Suddenly unsure he turned To Huntress, she encouraging With renewed want his senses burned With dark precision fangs slipped in
Mortal cried with sudden pain Huntress smoothed his paling skin Loss of blood caused him to faint Huntress admired hunter's skill
Hunter felt his strength ignite Seeping warmth into his flesh As blood flow slowed he ceased his bite, Turned hungry eyes to his huntress
Blood lust sparking his desire He forcefully then claimed her lips Possessing his vampiric sire Enflaming her with gentle nips
Forgotten prey lay on the ground Staring into nothingness Where he'd be in morning found By villagers from evening rest
The hunters paid the world no heed Enraptured by each other's taste At their whim the world would bleed They shared no need for mortal haste Their reign would hold for eons yet The present world would be long dead But they would live forever on Beneath the moonlight as it shone
Author's note: please excuse the formatting, it isn't co-operating
It's children slipped down forest paths Closing on the village edge Basking in the shadows cast; Swathed in clothes of privilege
Faint music reached them from afar Voices floating through the night Candles lit in small glass jars Providing them their joyous light
A festival of Gods it was While demons lurked nearby unseen Royalty of blood and dusk And all the pleasure in between
She signaled him to stop and wait They shared a look of mutual thrill She glided in to join the fete And choose the victim of their kill
Shifting with a sultry gait She sauntered through the thronging crowd Searching for a soul to bait; the jaunty, lilting music loud
The rhythm of their hearts beat too A symphony to wisened ears Through leaves a flash of gold she viewed She knew her chosen one was near
The victim's face she then beheld The perfect choice for her new mate Of woods and earth and rain he smelled A strong, built youth for him to spate
With willful gaze and tempting smile She caught the handsome stranger's eye He came to her with youngster's guile Unknowing he was picked to die
Playfully she crept away As he moved nearer to her place She allowed her hips to sway Imagining how he would taste
She drew him down a darkened street Abandoned between sloping eaves Virgin snow beneath their feet in patches, splayed with frozen leaves
Leaning back against a wall of cedar wood, she waited keeping her ungodly thrall upon the mortal fated
he leaned in and she allowed him to caress her mouth her king had duly followed the stranger spun around
Proud and tall he stood erect Power rolling from his form Cobalt eyes roamed to inspect The gift presented from his sworn
The mortal wakened from the trance His panic rent the evening air She bid her hunter to advance And wrapped her hand through mortal's hair
Tilting back her morsel's head Hunter's teeth formed lethal points Mortal's stomach filled with dread; he, hindered by his traitorous joints
Suddenly unsure he turned To Huntress, she encouraging With renewed want his senses burned With dark precision fangs slipped in
Mortal cried with sudden pain Huntress smoothed his paling skin Loss of blood caused him to faint Huntress admired hunter's skill
Hunter felt his strength ignite Seeping warmth into his flesh As blood flow slowed he ceased his bite, Turned hungry eyes to his huntress
Blood lust sparking his desire He forcefully then claimed her lips Possessing his vampiric sire Enflaming her with gentle nips
Forgotten prey lay on the ground Staring into nothingness Where he'd be in morning found By villagers from evening rest
The hunters paid the world no heed Enraptured by each other's taste At their whim the world would bleed They shared no need for mortal haste Their reign would hold for eons yet The present world would be long dead But they would live forever on Beneath the moonlight as it shone
Author's note: please excuse the formatting, it isn't co-operating