The Crimson Path

The crimson trail disappeared into the night.
Only photographic shadows were left
The piercing scream had long since dissipated
Only the haunting echoes of death

Reflected in the homicidal moonlight Is the scarlet pool of innocence
His hunger would not abate this time
He had no natural earthly defence

An unnatural natural
This is what he had become
The full moon was his elicit nemesis
Beneath it he would succumb

But he must feed when the time is right
And attack when the light grows dim
He hadn't chosen this crimson path
This dark crimson path choose him