She moves

Stealthily through the night

Cemetery gates open for her

With ghost hands

Black silk dress

Cinched waist

Long drape of hair

Long nails

Pale skin,

She never sees the light

No life in her eyes

It has been drained

Like her blood.

Crimson lips

Delicate she is,

She'll never break

Beautiful she is

Graceful indeed

She is mine and no one else's

Mine; sweet poisonous Vampira.