Dangerous Beauty

I feel most alive at night,

with shining eyes of crimson—

Before they dull to black.

Stronger than a mortal.

Colder than a wolf.

My canines are long and sharp,

to deeply pierce your skin—

To drain your body,

maybe even your soul.

Bite your life farewell

Or rather only your humanity.

I easily kill, but to be killed is difficult.

Only a stake, and fire, perhaps even a cross

can spell my end.

I may be a monster,

but I am a beloved creature.

Of grace and beauty.