SuccumbedVelvet cape whooshes, silk soft in shadowsAs evening’s cricket choir abruptly codas.Moon slithers, ambivalent, behind clouds.Pulse of innocence quickens with her steps.Irresistible aroma of sweat and fear goads myRavenous appetite, compels my predation.Evermore I succumb to soul-stealing ways. Dora is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Vampire is the word to use for the quadrille…