Nemrac has Risen

                   Stirring of hunger the drop of the sun.
                   Soon, the flight in night and walk in the dark.
                   Fear and trembling, it’s useless to run.
                   When lust takes its bite, it will leave her mark.

                   Resting cold heart within her secret place.
                   Ready to rise to satisfy blood lust.
                   Beautiful and cleaver she stalks with grace.
                   Tonight is the night a kill is a must.

                   Fluttering eyes, licking of twitching lips,
                   Hungry fangs are ready for the fright’s night.
                   With a sweeping leap and the swing of her hips,
                   She has risen for her deadliest bite.

                   Leaving her tomb soaring high for the hunt,
                   Marking her prey setting mind’s eye on him.
                   He knows too much, it’s his life she must stunt.
                   Down below, he doesn’t know …, sits dead Jim.

                   Entering his space, he sees her with death,
                   Understanding his fate, filling with dread.
                   Suffocating fright stealing his last breath,
                   Nemrac’s bite left no doubt that he was dead.

                   She stood and watched his lifeblood drain away.
                   Heart on the floor he headed to the door.
                   Cold heart and cold shoulder, nothing to say,
                   She glanced at the back she would see no more.