In dark alleys of the night,
Where moonlight fades,
She walks along the ancient graves.
With eyes of death, dark and deep,
She comes out to the surface world, where mortals sleep.
She stalks her prey, attracting their attention with a melodious song.
Her heart beats faint,
But fierce and strong.
For she is heir of the dracula's world.
A daughter of darkness, bound by blood.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
