A Dangerous Thirst

Talons the length of fingers,

Fangs as tough as steel,

When the taste of your blood lingers,

Her senses begin to reel.

Corrosive, salty, sweet, and thin,

These tastes will corrupt her,

They're heady as the finest gin,

And twice as fine for supper.

Hunter when she wants to be,

Prey must keep running still,

Your every instinct is to flee,

For she must eat her fill.

Keep running before you die,

You might still have a chance,

Though this beast can all but fly,

Blood puts her in a trance…