The Night Air

[thepoetof1533]

I stand a top the Ocean's cliffs the nifht air
the ocean's breezs running through my hair.
It is then that I notice.
It was then that I became awhere.
That I could hear every sound,I could sence every
motion in the night air.
No matter that it is raining,no matter how louad
how hard the wind is blowing I
know that you are there.
Nothing is going to save you.
There is no where for you to hide.
Your fate is seald,there is little that you can do.
I can see for a thousand miles,I can hear you
sweat.
The scent of your blood is so sweet that even
from such a distanceI can tast it.
Your life now is soon to end,all because I can
sencs you on the night air.
Soon I will be coming.Soon I will be there and
you will never even hear me at all.
Three drops of blood is all I need,three drpos
of blood is all I will leavein the down stairs
hall.
Not the greatest of legacy to be shure.
But the days are so long the nights so short.
The nights are not long enough,there is
so little time for me to harvest all of you
But have no fear shortly I will be there
Thanks to the cold dark night air.

BY R.E.Casas
20010115.024502