Roaming through the hallways of kingdom past,
she walks with the grace of thousand butterflies.
Leaving no trace in the pure white snow,
her dark dress rustling quietly in the pale moon light.
With skin as cold as winter air,
her eyes like smouldering ashes.
She stalks the night in search of mortal souls,
who dare to enter her hunting grounds.
With lips partially opened she closes in,
her victim locked in place with her deadly gaze.
Hands slide down his chest as she bows towards his neck,
one fatal kiss is all it takes.
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