Enemies of Eternity

The Hunter of Night,
Child of Moon Light,
Graceful, Beautiful,
One of Dark Light.

Eyes of fire Red,
Humans' utmost dread,
Watching, Waiting,
Living as undead.

Her sinister smile,
Her mesmerizing style,
Seductive, Addictive,
Master of treacherous guile.

She stalks her next meal,
Blood within him she'll steal,
Quietly, Quickly,
Pain he won't feel.

Foolish is her prey,
A dark alley he makes way,
Helpless, Breathless,
Future appearing gray.

She makes her stance,
Smiles at first glance,
Surprising, Appetizing,
She puts him in her trance.

His veins are strong,
His blood tastes wrong,
Disturbing, Hurting,
Blood that doesn't belong.

In mid blood transfer,
Her lips fill with fur,
She slows, she let's go,
Her prey turned to cur.

A wretched cur indeed!
And she drank his bleed!
Wretched, Wicked,
A werewolf she doesn't need.

He rips a low growl,
Calling her foul,
Fangs White, Calling fight,
Cries an eerie howl.

In battle they engage,
Experienced by century's age,
Terror! Horror!
To see on the paved stage.

Neither will cease,
Woman nor beast,
Severe, Persevere,
'Til the other decease.

She loses her grip,
And with a loud rip,
Dazed, Crazed,
Away her head slips.

His teeth in crimson,
It is he who won,
Worn and torn,
His night is done