Final Blackness

The blood drips, the rain pours.
She takes her sips, his skin ardor.
All is silent in the night.

Second moon, the hunt begins,
Innocent blood shall spill again.
Some hear whispers in the night.

Tis the thrill, not the fun.
She knows not what has begun,
She made the screams tonight.

Final blackness, stretch the time,
She knows she matched the human design,
This shall be her final night.

And before she goes to sleep awake,
Her heart is met with a wooden stake.
She again belongs to the night.