At sunset she woke, Alexandra, At last
clothed in mourning black, while daylight bled away behind the world
Pearls circled her throat like captured moons,
and a red stone rested at her breast a quiet, polished promise of the blood she craved
She was the vampire queen,
merciful only in the way night can be merciful:
gentle to the lonely, beautiful to the pure,
and fatal to those who mistook longing for safety
No one knew where she came from
No one knew what she had lost
Only that the air changed when she entered,
thick with perfume, cold mist, and secrets that would outlive every witness
Seeing through the eyes of others 
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