The blood flowed,
For my blade cut deep,
As I enjoyed the,
Life that left his body,
Yet it was not,
A death for honor,
But a death of jealousy,
For which I would,
Pay with my life,
A hundred years of slumber,
Condemned to live,
As a mortal,
Till I would awaken,
Once again to,
My Vampyre self,
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