No Remorse

Her veins pulse,
that crimson liquid;
I so do adore.
Her muffled pleas,
her silent cries
and her tears:
all enticed me more.

With my strengthened blood thirst,
my canines enlarged.
I ripped into her neck,
lapping, drinking her sweet nector.
Her death was slow, agonizingly slow.
Soon she shall grow still.

I dropped her soon-to-be-dead corpse,
off the sea side cliff.
I walked away with no remorse,
and climbed upon my midnight horse.