Stranger in blood

Who is that person?

With pure white skin

Coated in blood

With a silver knife

Dangling out of her right hand

Stained blood red

Who is that stranger?

Vivacious beauty

Of pale skin

Stranger in blood

Is all we know

Her eyes of blackness

Like a bottomless pit

Her hands bloodless

But claw like

Gripping the handle

As the silver knife

Shone of fresh blood

As she walked steadily

Away from the lifeless body

Of her jealous lover

His eyes staring

Yet not seeing

The beauty of his loved one

As the blood shed

From the gaping wounds

Left in the dead white neck

The stranger still walked

Until the stranger in blood

Was no more