Writings Of A Rainbow

“The Hunt”

The full moon rises
In a velvet black sky
Casting unholy light
On unholy life

The hunt has begun

Roaming the streets
Feasting on the innocent
Feasting on the sinners
They’re all the same to him

A howl breaks the silence
A scream swiftly follows

No fear, no remorse

Blood drips from furred jaws
Blood drips from sharp claws

Thinking he is forever safe
Arrogance dulls his senses
Blinds him to the shadow
Lurking close to his own

She moves as he moves
Deadly through the streets
Following fresh blood
Following his scent
Waiting for the moment
When she can end the chase

Appearing before him
A vision to his eyes
Another victim for the beast
He growls
She smiles
Sharp fangs glisten

Still he does not realise
The smell of death is hers

Claws ripping through cold air
He pounces
He misses
Too fast for him, she laughs

Again he attacks
Still fearless, still oblivious
To the gun she holds
Until he feels the agony
Feels the ecstasy
As the silver pierces his heart
And he finally returns
To the man he once was
Looking for her forgiveness
The tears burn his eyes

Remembering her lover
The mortal life they once shared
She kisses his neck
Bites through his tender flesh
Death is shared, love rekindled
Tomorrow they will hunt together