Wings of fire

Beat to a frenzied rhythm,

Teeth sharp as knives

Glistening like silver

In the pale moon light,

Her hair, a river of ebony

Flows in the night air,

Her eyes, blazing deep crimson

So they appear black

As a moonless night,

Her slim elegant form

So perfect

That even the Goddesses

Do envy her,

Her crimson lips

Are set upon a face of ivory

Unmarred by imperfection

As she glides across

The forest floor, silent as death

Liquid fire

Running through her veins

She leaps into the fading night sky

Flying onward

High above the trees

Like an angel of the night

Forever looking

For somewhere she belongs

For in the lands of the Fae

There is no place for half-breeds.