CAMELOT FANTASIES

As I arive the night at my cafe. I wonder if there is anyone near. Most people walking somber not knowing what they really fear. I look at each one as a meal. With each bite I live for the squeal.

Every one is doing their own thing not a care in the world. None of them knowing what's about to be twirled.  This one that one the one over there. I'll eat from them all leaving none to spare. 

Wait just a minute. What do I see? A vision of beauty I thought never is see. Try as I might I can't look away.  This vision of beauty is making me stay. I must meet this vision of perfection. I am left speechless I need a suggestion