The woman of the moon, dances in the grass.
Her hair twirls out behind her, oh she spins so fast.
Her ivory skin, seems to glow under the moon.
She spins even faster, sunrise will come too soon.
Her ivory skin glows, her blue eyes send a spark.
Oh, she's so beautiful, as she dances in the dark.
Even though her heart is open, she sews it shut;
Even though she's fragile, she doesn't seem cut.
She's a vampire, and yes she feels pain;
She's pretty shy, and she's broken again.
She dances under the moon, not knowing who's there
But I watch her, from her feet to her hair.
She stops, and the cool wind whips across her face.
She goes in to the darkness, leaving without a trace.
I'm pretty sure I saw her, I think she left to soon;
I really saw a Vampire, dance under the moon.
~Hey. Kind of short, but I like it. Thanks for reading.~
