The vampire princess asked him to join her
and he saw the light no more.
He was gentle once, before his soul was taken,
penning piles of pitiful sonnets filled with longing.
The dark girl found his gentleness charming,
but loved him even more when he was wicked.
So he was wicked.
Her perfect poet and provocateur
made powerful by blood and by love.
A century later, she abandoned him, and the heart
that ceased to beat the night she turned him
tore apart.
Only forbidden love began to mend
his heart’s tattered secrets. The Slayer.
A spirit so hot to the touch it burned him nightly.
She made him cry. She made him rage.
He was covered in her, consumed by her,
concerned for her.
He was in love and she wanted him dead.
He wanted to breathe her in, but he had no breath.
Here begins his journey to recover the soul
he lost so long ago. To give birth again to the poet within.