Alone he waited in the darkness of ages,
The hunger welling up inside him,
Out of the darkness he crept,
No sense of kindness, friendship, or love,
His only want was to feed,
The warm juices of the innocent called to him,
To fill the emptiness, he fed,
Moving around to survive,
Finally settling on the buffet called Vegas,
Happy people all around wrenched his soul,
By chance he met a girl,
She seemed to be an innocent,
But in her eyes he saw hell,
He showed her a new world,
Gave her skills and power,
Then with one bite he awoke the evil within her,
His queen he had found
About the Creator
Kristen Renee
Kristen Renee
Writer of poems, short stories, and soon a novel.
Six "Editor's Choice Awards" (1997-2011)
Published in the Library of Congress
Bachelor's Degree in English
Master's Degree in Business Administration
Collector of Books
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