Hunting

Oh how I’d love to be in the sun,
Feel the warmth against my skin, wind in my hair.
To lay there carelessly,
Gazing into the blue sky.
But I will never see or feel these things again,
As I am captured by darkness.
I am filled with horror,
Because I know someones end is near.
I will never be able to love,
The things that people know.
Never will sun rays caress my skin,
For I am a creature of night.
As the sun falls,
I await in my darkened room.
But once the light is gone and night is welcomed,
I am unleashed by force.
Nothing can stop me, I give in to all,
I do what I must without delay.
Crawling out into the night,
I close my eyes and leap into air.
Silently I flap against the wind,
I pay attention to nothing.
Then I spot the house,
And inside is my meal.
My prey is sound asleep,
Entering is easy, the window is open.
Quickly I enter, she lays silently.
Her dark hair is twisted around her face,
She will not know what is to come.
Tonight I will be quick,
As I do not wish to be here.
But it is in my nature to do so,
My teeth puncture her skin,
And so I begin my meal.
I feel her body empty,
So I pull away.
She lays there lifeless,
As pale as the moon.
This is my doing.
Someone will find her,
I quickly stride to the window.
But as I walk, I pass something shiny.
I stop to observe.
But as I look at the mirror,
I see nothing.
I turn sharply away,
Remembering what I am.
A monster.
I spring into the air,
And fly back to my prison.
Sun will rise,
And I will wait again...