The Predator

With practised art and infinite patience,
Like a predator he waits out of sight,
Hiding in the shadows he stalks his prey,
Waiting silently for that sweet moment
Of triumph, when at last with lightning speed
He pounces on his unsuspecting victim
To sink his fangs into her naked flesh.
Hot with desire to gorge on her beauty,
And savour the sweetness of her innocence.
With honeyed words of sensual pleasures
Never before imagined or enjoyed,
And sweet promises of heavenly delights
Beyond the gift of other common men,
He tempts his victim 'til at last she falls,
Adoringly submitting to all commands,
To dance in joy to his seductive tunes,
In abandoned rapture lost to the world,
Revelling in erotic ecstasy.

But all too soon he grows tired of this game,
His lust satiated for a short while,
Until the next victim catches his eye.
Words of eternal love and devotion
Are soon replaced by cold indifference,
And too late she knows her reckless folly,
Her happiness replaced by bitter tears,
As joy gives way to unrequited pain.
Across the years he has pursued his way,
And taken many different guises,
But his only true name is Lucifer,
Cast down from heaven in a blaze of light,
Condemned by his own untameable lust,
And need to feast on hapless human souls,
A desire that grows ever more acute
With each new naive victim of his will;
And in his wake he has left untold pain,
A trail of broken hearts and shattered lives.