• Growling,
    I leap toward my prey.
    My red eyes flash
    With a devilish gleam
    As I sink my teeth into the butter-like
    Flesh
    Of the human I have so skillfully caught.
    He struggles,
    Only making my hunt more fun
    A bitter laugh falls from my lips.
    How unfamiliar it seems
    Coming from my mouth.
    My teeth bared,
    I grin down at him and
    Notice the bead of blood
    Slowly running down his neck.
    His eyes are wide with wordless terror,
    And a terrible smile creeps onto my lips.
    I have won this game.