Bathed in Blood

They say she worked drinking coffee all day
Living on just three hours of sleep per night
She called her coffee the blood of virgins
That it kept her form from being used up
She smiled serenely, keeping a positive mind
But didn't have time to exercise her body
In the end it was as if she bathed in blood
Refusing to age, refusing infusions
Gloriously ancient, a dragon in human form
And cared for her ancient treasures with duty