The dark girl cursed the sunlight and walked with the moon. Her scent was paralyzing in the crisp night air. She was young but beauty had no description for her. It was innocence that slaughtered those who came to prey upon her. Weakened by wishes of forbidden dreams she lured them. Ignorant of her prowess they drank her scent and danced in a drunken trance then fell to her feet—she laughed. Like the sweet taste of ripening fruit she savored their gluttonous desires. Never granting more than a kiss in exchange for a crimson drink—lying in wet thickness.