A glimmer of moonlight, a whisper of night,
Her gaze, a cold star, piercing and bright.
A pearl, a white moon, in her ear it does gleam,
A symbol of beauty, a whispered, dark dream.
Her skin, like alabaster, flawless and pale,
Her lips, a crimson promise, a story to unveil.
The darkness around her, a velvet embrace,
A shadow of power, etched on her face.
No warmth in her eyes, but a chilling allure,
A predator\'s hunger, a promise unsure.
Her beauty, a weapon, a captivating snare,
A vampiress\'s gaze, a truth beyond compare.
The pearl, a reminder, her past is a lie,
A life once lost, a soul that can\'t die.
She stands in the shadows, a queen of the night,
A vampiress\'s portrait, bathed in pale moonlight.