the snow is quiet in its serenity, purest white in its own divinity. moving silently across the lands looking for my next. looking for the kill, they will not expect. I see you and I'm locked on. i can hear your heart beat, in tI'me with your boots on the concrete. slow and steady, jaws at the ready, seconds away. slow motion, swift like the ocean, i upon you without your slightest notion. quick to bite but slow to feed, i close my eyes in ecstasy as you bleed. i can feel your pulse and your blood gush, no louder than a hush. cold as the snow and as dead as the trees, I rise from your body to my knees. the snow around us is stained red as my eyes in delight, i feel another's close presence and i take flight. I silently thank you for the hunt, for i have gone in on the kill tonight.
July 3, 2012