Vampire's Pride

Slowly, surely, he strides along.
Swift as the flowing clouds.
He prances onto a side-step street,
Dances under the moon.

Stopping, suddenly, he stiffens in posture,
Sharp nose tilted to the air.
His keen ears pick up the clip-clop of feet,
Sounding very near.

A man, a woman, rounded the corner,
Into this street, unawares.
Death was lurking in the shadows,
Where they would not care.

First strike, and the man was down.
An invisible blow to the head.
Next strike made to the woman’s neck,
Lustrous blood flowed astream.

The next morning, The sun will rise,
And the town will seek to find,
Two lovers dead in a weak embrace,
A sign from the vampire’s pride.

Melissa Tan
4 Grace