She walks in beauty a goddess of the night the moon envies her and the world exists only for her delight.

Her hair is a swirl of midnight her lips blood red her skin is silk her eyes could stir the dead.

Upon a lonely road she travels seeking dark pleasures the lives of men are no concern to her but their blood is her treasure.

Through the night she dances to all she is a blight And on and on she feeds The Vampyre Queen of the night.

A poem by vT_FleshGrinder in honor of vT_LadyDeath_vT