Vampire

He walks the night

Fangs glistening in the moonlight

Eyes searching the dark

For the next victim

Of his nightly feast.

She strolls along his path

Unaware of the danger

Lurking in the shadows.

Suddenly, she sees

As he appears before her.

Bravely, she accepts her fate,

Brushing her golden hair to the side

Revealing her swan- like neck.

He steps in to satisfy a deadly craving

Then reconsiders,

Kissing her lips instead. 

by Leah Theroux

Words In Motion 2014