Chosen One She lives in dark shrouds, Never in light clouds. She fears on one, But wants to love someone. People see her from afar, Although she doesn’t drive a car. She wishes to fit in with them all, Till one day she gets a call. Now she walks with higher hope, With all people that can cope. She may be different but that's ok, What’s wrong with Vampires anyway. Copyright ©2009 Hannelore Meredith Logsdon