The Next Prey Poem by C.L Nichols

The moon shined down on the
The face of death as he walked
Past the slaves quietly and
with a very slow Breath.

They can see he was human
But not in the sense of being alive
He skin was that of a pale bone
Color so fresh it would make you sigh.

He was beautiful with his tall
Stature and long flowing hair
He was out on a hunt for a human
Without any care.

Out on the plantation the food was of abundance.
People of all types both black and white
It was only a meal just
To get him thru the night.


When he found the one there was
Never a scream or a sound was made.
Silence and the heart beat made the
Meal just okay


The blood was like wine and
Smooth to drink.
He would bring that person
To death and the devil he would thank.

Over a thousand years old
But yet still so young
The second part of the world
Has just begun.

As the sun rises and he lays for the day
His eyes of fire close
Until the next moon brings his next prey