The scent was over powering;
It was sweet, but not sickeningly so.
It was alluring and tantalizing;
He had to find the doe.
He walked through the trees,
Careful to not make a noise.
Until he happened upon a clearing,
Where, in the middle, she was poised
She lay upon the grass
Her eyes reflected the moon.
He licked his lips and grinned
She would be dinner soon.
He was by her side
In the blink of an eye;
Sank his teeth into her neck.
She had no time to cry.
Her beauty was too much,
He wanted her forever more.
He knew what to do
To open that door.
The last of her life
Passed across his lips
He cut his wrist with a sigh
And fed her his
Kay (Innocent One) 11/2/12
