She found the beast within
And the taste for his skin
She felt the passion inside
She had a hunger that she could not deny
He never stood a real chance
Once she had him in her sights
She decided she would devour him that night
His voice rang out but nobody could hear
As she set about him it was clear
That she was addicted to his taste
She drank his essences
He was helpless and totally defenceless
She found a beast within
That craved devouring
Anyone who caught her eye
They became her victim
When she was done
And she had left him as just a shell
She spotted the next one
The very next day
And she was pretty and a beautiful display
With no idea she had become now her new prey
There is beast on the prowl
Feasting on the good souls
There’s a beast on the prowl
She wants the taste for spiritual
That she had never known.
fauxcroft 
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