They Prey at Night

The freshness of Spring has faded to Winter.

Flowers that were once alive and full

now froze with a passing of winter frost. 

From under the pale moonlight a lonely girl walked

through fine sifted snow, in a black silk dress. 

Her skin, as pale as the powder covering the ground. 

The area is quiet; peaceful. Nothing stirs.

The only sound to be heard is the soft crunch 

of her feet through the snow. 

She glides across the ground like a ghost

almost as if she isn’t alive.

She travels through a tall evergreen forest,

trees lightly showered with the white powder.

To a flowing clear blue river she goes

to wash her ruby stained hands. 

His crimson eyes

watch her from where he stands. 

He saw her run away

in horror where her victim lay.

On a rock, life drained from them.  

From blood that they have shed,

their hands still remain red.