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Bzou
A bathing midnight sun’s soft glow
Caress lost souls and freed shadows.
Along a path of lesser light
Came the children of the night.
No longer forced to wait and hide
Their hunger fed till satisfied.
On mortals flesh they often feast
Such bloody banquets feed the beast.
Beyond the end of fairy tales
Where laughter turns to screams and wails.
Awaits a different kind of end
Those faint of heart can’t comprehend.
The naïve and weak is how it thrives
That one such fable still survives.
Away from grandma’s lonely home
And wooded fields she used to roam.
Into a world of glass and steel
She’s at home amongst her meal.
No longer known by local folk
No longer worn red hood and cloak.
From elder eyes she’s grown apart
A different spirit’s touched her heart.
Blessed for life as well as cursed
A full moons hunt to quench her thirst.
Carnage till the break of day
Cure her heat by pure soft rays.
Remembering well the taste of fear
The cries for God and screams she’d hear.
The sounds and smells that filled the air
Her muscles rippled beneath coarse hair.
How sweet the power as thick as sweat
No remorse no pity no regret.
Deep within she’s found some peace
In death is how this spell will cease.
For no matter what the switch
Life will always be a bitch.
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