There's something about her,
Dark and Divine,
The secrets she keeps,
Locked up inside,
An innocent demeanor
And a friendly smile,
Trying to contain herself
All the while.
She waits in the dark
Stalking the helpless
The boy she seeks
Goes to her in ernest.
She gets what she wants,
Once again,
As she very deliberatley
Pulls him in.
He doesn't suspect
The danger she hides
But now it's too late,
And he's tossed aside.
Another victim,
Not a hint of regret,
He was just another boy,
A playfully useless pet.
II_Twilight_II Community Member 
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