her eyes grace the words
while red blood tears run down her pale face
remembering what once was
now lost to her
memories have faded over the centuries
but his touch sill burns in her black heart
remembering the shame of the choice
not giving to her
night's choice for her
it's till her death
only to be ashame of what she is
not what he meant for her to become
night stole that from her
only time making her forever a prisoner
she walks away
wishing it was her six feet under
not her lover of ancient past