She was born with skin like glass
Clear and smooth
Shining in the light
She was born with eyes like gems
Bright and colorful
Glittering when she smiled
She was born with hair like night
Dark and soft
Flowing down her back
She was born with lips like roses
Red and full
Parting slightly as they bloomed
But like all things that are perfect
Time and experience
Taints the purities
She developed a gaze like a wolf
Predatory and instinctual
Following her victims
She developed fingers like claws
Sharp and deadly
Scratching at enemies
She developed a taste for blood
Salty and warm
Dripping from a cut
She developed a heart of ice
Cold and hard
Never melting, never feeling
She became a monster
With skin like glass
Beautiful by nature
Deadly by choice
Now she hunts
She kills, she feeds
Upon those with skin like glass
So they will never become like her
