bright and entrancing
black seductive eyes,
nefarious as night
long flowing hair,
bloodless visage of
the corpse,
smeared red
the swollen lips,
with the torso
of a hyena,
she rises at dusk
walking across
the abandoned lands
on her retral feet,
snarling her
long-pitched intonation,
the young maiden
travels through
the night in her
drab grey apparel
looking out
for the lost souls
to prey upon
and subject them
to her succulent mouth;
the chudail
of the dark hours.
Poetry prompt:- Creature creation
HA's Place 