Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas, yells a boy on the street corner,
Christmas Eve night, most would be sleeping,
but not this prowler dressed as Santa,
he breaks in houses and stores,
stealing everything in sight,
killing any witnesses,
he has already stolen from three homes,
and two department stores this year,
a new town every other night,
believing none will stop him,
tonight he's wrong,
rising from the casket,
to greet the night,
she awakes to the sound of her heart racing,
she must feed the hunger inside her,
the night's breeze welcomes her,
bringing another scent of too,
a lone man carrying a faint scent with him,
smelling of dried and fresh blood,
the scent staggers her,
falling to her knees,
she views the night,
her eyes become the color,
of the liquid she seeks,
her mind reaches for his,
and it connects suddenly,
a mind full of malice, greed, and even murder,
she knows him and he knows she sees him,
he sees her and grows very afraid,
sharp teeth glimers in the moonlight,
he flees into the night,
to hide in the darkness,
the wind carries her to the park where he runs,
she steps from behind a tree blocking his path,
drawing a pistol he aims and fires,
the bullets never find their mark,
in a blur of motion she moves,
leaving him scanning the park,
spinning around he sees her,
and starts aiming for her,
in a burst of blinding speed,
she knocks away the gun,
and him to the ground,
come mourning a man swings from a tree,
in front of the policestation,
he wears a Santa Claus outfit,
loaded with cash and jewels,
A note hangs from his body,
Merry Christmas to all,
and two small puncture wounds,
are found on his neck.
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