Stains

Night has fallen on the world,

Cloaking it in darkness, in shadow

I awaken and sit up,

Wipe the blood from my chin,

It is sticky and salty, still warm

The time has come, the night awaits me

I walk out on the veranda, survey all that is mine

You see from my perch, I can see, yet be unseen

The grounds of my estate, and the city beyond

Pulling me in, slowing down time,

I am waiting to strike

A second ago, you were alive,

Taking that shortcut

Going home maybe?

I cannot wait to meet you

Under the silver moon

I can feel your blood start to race,

Smell your fear,

You should not have come here, you are thinking

Well, you are right,

I close in, grab you

It’s just a little prick....a vain struggle,

Over before it even started,

And all that remains of our fleeting encounter

Is that fresh stain on my coat

Part 3- Carpe Diem

The Bilge Master