Some will show their simpathy and some will let their laughter
An erotic bite out of spite writes the starting chapter...
The finest wine now seems as mud
After tasting human blood
Lustful drops caress her tongue
The Bell Of Immortality Has Rung
Doomed to tremble near the light
Sowing horror through the night
Mortals bow before her will
A choice to make - recruit or kill
And so the sand glass turns to stone
As mortals decay to the bone
Her skin still gritty, soft and pale
Preserved to write this neverending tale
As she dives into the gloom
The potent gift transforms to doom
Where the spirit once stood tall
Now linger shadows, enshrouding it all
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