I am quiet,
Like the falling of the cold, white snow,
I am afraid,
Of what may lie in far,
I am angry inside,
Like many volcanic eruptions,
I am sad, just the same,
Falling into darkness,
I am cold,
Like ice,
I am dark,
Like the highest point of midnight,
So dark that the darkest of dark,
Can not hide me,
I am pale,
Like soft moonlight,
My black hair flying behind me,
My green eyes piercing the night,
I am alone,
With no one here around,
I am an outsider,
Feared and shunned,
I am a vampire,
Bringing life to an end,
Yet I am beautiful,
Like midnight itself.