Her lips are stained with blood
Remnants of flesh still clinging to her jagged teeth
In the light she’s disguised like a mere flower bud
But a monster is what’s veiled beneath
Her eyes are a scarlet red in the night
Masked as a sky blue in the day
All she needs is a simple little bite
Though she always drains her victims by the bay
Her fingers are like talons
And one is graced with a bulky ring
By dark, the blood of men are drained by gallons
She hunts alone, keeping no one (nor thing) under her wing
She departs the water pool in search of more
The entire sap of a single man not nearly enough
Besides, she discovered long ago that the dead were a bore
Then a living being walks her direction; “hey hot stuff”
She turns her head to face the human
Giving a devious smile and motioning him closer
He is unaware that she is non-human
She revels in his naïve mind; she is a composer
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