A woman like no other
One with a certain uncommon quality
One who treasures loyalty
One he can someday
Take back to his home world
Hold her in his arms and listen to her soul
While shadows fly
Above and below a wondrous cerise sky

A woman he can “run” with
Kill
Hunt
Feed
With
Someone with the “power”, stealth and speed
Someone with the icy innate skill
To revel with him in… 
The thrill
The exquisite sensory
Explosion
Of another sanguinary victory
One with a natural devotion
To the dance and uninhibited destruction
A woman who truly understands
The cold and fury in his eyes and hands

He's been there and done that
Had his fill of  “normalcy”
Chasing fools gold, a.k.a love
The magic potion that transforms the lion into a dove
The frenetic lunacy
Of all that soft-hearted Fuckery
Scrambling to avoid emotional bankruptcy
And at the end of the damn day
Coming up bored empty
He's tired of…
The hypocrisy
The pomp and phony
The frustrating dishonesty
The boundless stupidity
Tired of going to bed with this and that company
Getting full
While the marker remains on empty
Perpetually

Weary of being alone
He craves a spirit like his own

Somewhere behind a raging black 
and ice-red yellow stream
A persistent gleam
And the hopes of…
A Warrior's Dream

A woman like no other…
One he can someday
Take back to his home world
Hold her in his arms and listen to her soul
While shadows fly
Above and below a wondrous cerise sky


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