A Stalker Walks
A Stalker Walks
A stalker walks, he looks for prey to feast,
Through the streets and hills he comes for a treat,
Only crimson will feed this harsh beast,
Skulking in the shadow he waits to eat,
He sees her in her beautiful glory
He desires to make her neck bleed,
He hungers to make her neck gory,
The blood he has need; to feed his dark greed
She is only two or three blocks,
Away from him, he creeps slowly,
Too bad for her, he can pick any locks,
The lamp gives her luminescent glow,
The lady’s decadence is revealed,
In an alley close by he is in tow,
For her blood for him she shall yield!
Her escort, who bids her goodnight,
Toddles off without a thought,
For he has no understanding of the plight,
That the lady will soon be brought
The lady enters her manor-house,
Up the stairs she climbs, to her room,
He slides up the wall as if he were similar to Faust,
Undressed now, her hair she begins to groom,
He hides beside her windowsill,
She has no knowledge of her doom,
As he plots to make his kill!
As the lady lay down her head,
The stalker silently creeps,
She looks so comfortable in her bed,
Arching over her as she sleeps
When suddenly the creaking of wood is heard,
The stalker is frantic, he must hide,
As the maid speaks her word, “Madame!”
Hiding behind the drapes his time must bide
The lady now wakes at the voice,
The maid makes her way into the room,
The lady snarls “Maid! Waking me was sure choice!”
With her lantern, the maid defeats the gloom
The maid’s urgency told of a dark man,
While the ‘dark man’ tries to best the lantern’s light,
Who walks this city and land,
Drinking blood and causing plight
The lady scoffed at the thought,
As the stalker whose time he bides,
The lady thought that the maid’s word was for naught,
But for the stalker, luck had turned tides
When the maid left, the lady resumed her sleep,
He crept quietly, careful to not to awake her,
As his fangs plot upon her neck to leap,
Or else faces the guard sir
.... Tragically, I never finished this work. Perhaps I will come up with a few more stanzas in time.
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