Becoming: Fable Of The Vampir

In the red void where daylight dies, Emerges a form in shadow's guise. In the blood-hued light, a figure is cast, A metamorphosis, swift and vast. Whispers of black silk, sewn from the night's own plea, A creature is born, not bound but free. An eclipse of her soul, where once was light, A passage to power, through terror's night. With eyes like coals that smolder and seethe, She stands at the crossroads, of worlds beneath. Her silhouette a sonnet, a darkened rhyme, A being reborn, outside of time.