Iada Strigoi

She was a princess once

In some other place

In another time

She dripped jewels

Wore crystal tiaras

She was graceful

But only because

She had to be

She moved carefully

In rickety corsets

She sank curtsies

Amidst a sea of skirts

Everything around her

A cage

To contain

Who she really was

But now that's as distant

As the stars

That fateful night

Tempered by a storm

A howling wind

Swept down

From mountains

The blood of a rose

Pressed a kiss

To her lips

Staining them

Forever crimson

And her skin

Became pristine diamonds

No jewel could ever compare

Pale eyes, protuberant

Hair in coiled waves

Her grace was now surreal

Unnatural

Like the silent rush

Of angels' wings

Too perfect

Too beautiful

But alabaster skin

And blood red lips

And eyes like crystal shards

Of winter ice

Did not contain

Like the cage of a corset

She was wild

As fierce as unnamed creatures

That prowl the night

There was a hunger in her eyes

Distinctly feline

Cunning and calculating

Waiting and watching

Persuading

Beckoning on

Hypnotising

With beauty and grace

A smile of suggestion

Eyes full of lust

All only to

Sweeten the blood in your veins