A pierce of skin. . .
A crimsion drop. .
A silver glint. . .
A given gift. .
A given pain. .
A stolen life. .
Yet the person remaines?

That silver hair flashes in the dimming moonlight,
The violet eyes catch your souls midnight flight.
Once out of your protected solitude . .
You're her prey. .
Her food. .

A beauty beyond any compare. .
More deadly then your worst fear ..
but as she gazes upon your form ..
Something passes clouded eyes, the movement of a friend?
Or foe to help along your demise?

Yet a child is what steps in your sight. .
A child? No, this is no place for her.
You wish to beg, that this night walker let the child go. . .

But the child moves,
swift and low,
walking striaght to your foe.
Hugging her leg and gazing into your soul.

Violet eyes, like those of the Mom.
Small pearly fangs, but they seem. . .all but gone?
The Vampireress sighs, and picks up the child like a presiouse doll,
then turns to you as the moon begins to fall. .

Your eyes meet, you see manythings. .
The brightest of all .. is when the woman turns,
You see this goddesses shinning silvery white wings..

Something now,
to wonder as she walks away. . a Goddess with a child and fangs?

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