Weary from adversity, she slumbers.
Her hunger — pure agony. They hunt her.
Mortal darling. A mistake.
The claim on his skin — cribrate.
Her sole comfort, a stake from her lover.

You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate

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