Description
Her eyes aglow, a haunting stare, A siren's call, enchanting snare, In moonlit nights, she takes her flight, A predator with grace and might.
Beneath the stars, her secrets hide, In veins of night, where fears reside, Her hunger stirs, a primal need, A craving she can't help but heed.
Through whispered winds, her name is known, A legend passed in hushed undertone, Her touch is cold, a deadly art, Yet, fascination draws them near her heart.
Beware the beauty veiled in night, Her charm conceals a gruesome sight, For in her veins, a craving lies, A thirst that never truly dies.
She seeks not love, nor tender touch, But power surging, potent, such, Her heart beats not for mortal men, But for the thrill of the hunt again.
In the crimson haze of moonlit skies, Her silhouette in darkness flies, Her lust for blood, a tragic tale, Forever bound in fang and wail.
Though cursed to seek eternal feast, A tragic soul, she is, at least, In her desire, a tragedy spun, A creature of the night, undone.