"Who am i??"

she wanders the darkness of the night
Smiling softly as people pass by
she may not utter a single word
But her presence will be felt
she is the chill that caresses weak spines
As they search vainly for places to hide
she seeks their weakness and their blood
Her hunger insatiable for a Master's touch
she is a slave of love and pain
Giving her pleasures to those ordained
Ordained to conquer and strength unbound
her cries of passion a lingering sound
she wanders this earth alone right now
Listening carefully for a single sound
The word of a Master beckoning her near
Taking her places that He holds dear.

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