She-Beast

She was a monster, a creature of the night. She murdered men without a fight.

She ate their hearts, devoured their souls. After all the deaths, she groaned for more.

She slept when the sunlight kissed the earth, and woke when the moon shone as bright as a hearth.

She slept without caring, a woman without home. Forever walking, loving to roam.

She feasted for hours and hours on end, not caring whose face resided on the head.

The bodies she consumed piled up sky high, never living to see another morning or nigh.

She loved to hear the crunch of bones, between her teeth she'd make them moan.

They would plead for help, scream it out, but before they could she'd embrace their mouth.

She lived to have them touch her hair. To make her feel pretty when no one else cared.

She was not what she appeared to be. She thirsted for the sound of another man's scream.

She smoothly embraced each man's body. They'd even let her be a little naughty.

She was a monster, a feeder of souls. She'd drink their blood from the smooth of their skull.

She worked for none, only for money. She wouldn't kill until she heard the word "Honey".

She was a monster, a creature of the night. She murdered men without a fight.