Huntress Di de Crepitus

 

Hopscotching through the street light puddles

Looking for a fight,

I’ve got my crypt kickers on,

 I’m ready for to night

I hope you’re spinning in your grave,

Awakened by your thirst

Cause I’m also out for blood tonight

And yours will be the first.

My joints are burning fevered fire

I ache with moisture surge

This effervescent dark desire

passion’s pains to purge

I’m the Huntress Di de Crepitus

I promise you this

I’m gonna take you out 

all steak no chips.

You, you won’t see the morning.

And you, you won’t see me mourning.

You, you won’t last the evening

And you, you won’t see me leaving.

You’re a creature of the night,   

But I am one as well

And bats and fungus like the dark,

Not just the folk from hell. 

We’re sick of your biting wit,

We hate the way you count.

I’ve eaten garlic bread and I

am sweating it out.

My joints are burning fevered fire

I ache with moisture surge

This effervescent dark desire

passion’s pains to purge

I’m the Huntress Di de Crepitus

I promise you this

I’m gonna take you out 

all steak no chips.

You, you won’t see the morning.  

And you, you won’t see me mourning.

You, you won’t be feeding

No, you, you won’t see me bleeding,

Anachronistic as a tango in the discotheque 

And how the tables turn; now I'm a pain in your neck.

Your prey is mostly out by day and you can't day-time stalk

You'd have to buy the world's supply of factor 50 block. 

My joints are burning fevered fire

I ache with moisture surge

This effervescent dark desire

passion’s pains to purge

I’m the Huntress Di de Crepitus

I promise you this

I’m gonna take you out 

all stake no chips.

You, you won’t see the morning.  

And you, you won’t see me mourning.

You, don’t heed this warning

And you, it’s you i'm scorning.

And when the sun creeps back  

And you are dust upon the dawn

I’m throwing back a coffee,

Getting my sunglasses on.

‘Cause in the day time others

Of your species group to feed

Off our precious psychic energy

I won’t let you suck. Cede!

My joints are burning fevered fire

I ache with every moisture surge

Effervescent dark desire

Passion’s pain to purge

I’m the Huntress Di de Crepitus

I promise you this:

I’m gonna take you out

 all stake no chips.

You, you won’t see the morning.

And you, you won’t see me mourning.

You, you won’t last this evening

And you, you won’t see me leaving.

Annie Ziyah Attacks

Annie Ziyah would drink tea

but wrings her hands incessantly.

Hunched and bunched and bundled in her cardigan

she is the plague of panicked whispers behind pleasant conversation.

She is “what if?”; “what then?”; “this could go wrong!”

She is the worst conclusion jumped to

with a wheedle extra strong.

Eyebrows arcing over horn-rimmed lenses

Salt and pepper ‘do resembling avian garden fences

This sorceress of scandal wields her spells with devastating zeal:

Raising pulses, stealing breath,

 clothing stained by seeping sweat,

memories wiped, voices silenced

over-ridden by ‘boom-boom-boom’.

her gristly grip gets hold.

You feel the suffocating room

close in around you and as the blackness swells-

you’re overwhelmed

Annie Ziyah sips her tea,

dips eyebrows momentarily

then raises them, a new disaster hatched.

She’s ready to fight the next match.