Her dark hair fell in waves at her back,
In beauty or wit, she did not lack.
Her beauty often thought as unearthly,
And yet she was this world's most precious lady.

She stood alone at the edge of the earth,
Longing to return to her long lost hearth.
Her heart ached with precious longing,
But all she could do was spend eternity waiting.

A priceless tear fell like a glittering diamond,
But as it dashed from her cheek, it painfully burned.
No one would understand this longest wait,
Because for her, nothing will ever be late.

For nothing at all could stand in her way,
Time never passed as passed the day.
She had eternity in the palm of her hand,
And it flowed from her hand like grains of sand.

To survive she takes the most precious substance,
And the need is always there, it was consistent.
She felt the need coming, it's blunt urgency,
She shook her head and stood gracefully.

She lives to take life's precious elixir,
That sweet red blood which was so sure.
She was predator to humans, helpless vermin,
But the longing for likeness she kept within.

As the sun dissapeared across the horizon,
She felt the change, her senses begun to sharpen.
She closed her eyes at this moment of shame,
With her advantage, this was never a game.

She opened her eyes and the wind was colder,
Her eyes were not anymore blue, but bluish silver.
Her canines extended and indented her soft lips,
Her body was heavenly. Her secret she keeps.

Her already exotic beauty became truly unearthly,
And she walked like a cat, a predator, gracefully.
Still she longed for acceptance, she was so alone,
The cold never bothered her, but she was chilled to the bone.

A soft breeze blew her hair up in a pretty mess,
What she was, those humans would never guess.
How she felt was known by her and her only,
So she stalkes this world, sadly, unwillingly.