Whispers of cold breath caress her face,
Strands of her gold silk hair sway in the breeze,
Eyes like the Aurora Borealis, mysterious and beautiful,
Reflect the tendrils of creeping night.
At twilight she stalks, through the ferns,
The drops of evening rain on her brow,
Leaves crack and smoke under her feet as she passes by,
And starlight falls as she shows her face.
Her prey runs wild with fear,
Adrenaline in her veins,
Like fury and fire in her blood she leaps,
Teeth of white crack on bones.
Feasting