Poem: Vampiress.

Hair as black as night itself.

Lips as red as blood.

White fangs, white as snow, stained from innocents' flesh.

Eyes burning, pits of fire, hunger plain to see.

Cursed long ago, she rises from the dead.

From her binds she breaks free.

The ancient thirst she carries

Takes over. She slips into the shadows, hidden now.

The hunt is afoot.