The Girl
She was very beautiful;
she looked like a goddess.
Her eyes were emerald,
lips were red and sweet;
but her shadow was absent!
her image was absent in the mirror!
Not many people who knew the REAL her,
except for her victims who turned out to be
like her; immortal at the expense of warm, fresh human blood.
Her heart pulsated in excitement,
as her fangs sunk into a man's neck;
a man who had fallen trap to her sensual nature.
A beautiful girl she was,
but her past so dark, such that the darkness' texture could be felt!
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