Claudia

by melissa   Mar 8, 2007


Her skin so pale
Her hair the color of golden silk
Eyes that have seen more than you can imagine
Orbs of fire when mad
Dressed in the finist styles made for the young
A living doll
During the day she sleeps
At night she comes alive
Convincing people she's lost,
or charming them with her beauty
She gets what she wants
A killer of the night
Immortal
Vampyre

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