Dead Like Me

Low and behold, she arose from the smoke, metamorphosis complete
With shaky limbs and full of grace, she got up to her feet
In the moonlight, her raven hair, like water it seemed to flow
With evil ideas and malicious intent her blue eyes seemed to glow
Her skin was marred by her every mistake, though regret she has none
Her eyes rake across the landscape, seeing she's not the only one
People stare at her, mystified by her very presence
She stares back with haunted eyes, outlined by dark crescents
Fire bursts forth from her hand and she smiles evilly,
And utters only one sentence: "Are you dead like me?"

I finally made the poem!!! What do you guys think?