• It was said she was dead
    But to kill the alive is her strive.
    She passes you by,
    With eyes as blue as the sky.
    It is hard to believe
    That you were decieved.
    With her quiet whispers, dressed in robes,
    It is hard to guess the power she holds.
    Pale skin that looks like snow
    Challenges all that you know.
    Wonderous silver hair reflects the moon light
    As she pulls you deeper into night.
    You wonder as she gives you a fanged grin,
    'To kill me is your next sin.'
    But before you can say anything at all,
    Thrown deeper, were you, into the night of fall.
    Your body was found at the break of dawn.
    But that vampiric Beauty was long, long gone.