Meal Time

Blood trickles down my

chin,

I gently wipe it with my

sleeve,

Putting my arm back down I

grin,

The moon is soon to

leave,

I glance back at the lifeless

victim,

Before I spread my cape for

flight,

Into a darkened

kingdom,

I disappear into the

night...

~END~

By Shyan Chapman

In collaboration with D. C. Chapman

02/04/2003