Robbed Forever

He wanders.

Never full,

never satisfied,

never happy. 

He hunts

easily deciving

with promises of love,

promises of being safe.

His heart pounds,

and excitment flickers in his eyes.

Gentle touches trap them,

holding them down.

He outsmarts them,

and they realize too late.

Their essence is sweetly feminine.

Years fly as many are trapped.

He grows drunk on his success,

drunk on their blood,

drunk on the ache for more.

He stumbles on another.

This one is beautiful,

with eyes that shine like gems, 

and a father who wants her married.

Her father is a fool,

and he gets her to be his bride.

Desire to get her essence is overpowering,

so he invites her to visit and hopes she comes.

Never does he think about her being there,

in his house this night,

the night he is oddly tired, 

and never does he suspect.

Disappointment is heavy,

coating his tongue.

He didn't get to trap her,

and she flew free. 

But as he robbed,

robbed life from those feminine figures,

this powerful seraph robbed him,

robbed him of his might.

She sits there and exposes his hunger,

exposes his crimes,

his end, 

and his death.

She smiles,

knowing he wanted to curse her,

but couldn't. 

She smiles because she's smarter,

because she triumphed.