Her fiery eyes glitter wildly in the firelight
and I sit watching her from the wooden box
on the floor. My fangs drip their venom
as they crave the fierce blood
that I can hear racing through her veins.
She knows that her home
has been taken from her, by the Romans
whom she loved so much
and I see on her face
the torment leaking from her broken heart.
She looks at me, determined.
She is empowered.
I feel her calloused palms against my neck
and her eyes reveal her desperate relief
and she presses my hungry mouth against her neck
and closes her eyes.