I take once last glance at him, before he vanishes from sight
To go out and feed in the darkness of the night
The scent of his body still lingers like a mist
The feel of his touch, and the taste of his kiss
Behind his eyes, pain and torment lies
I see it, yet still he denies
Bitter and wicked, yet so sweet and angelic
The moment I saw him, I was swept off my feet by this relic
A prisoner to my love for him, I shall forever be
For this undead prince stole the heart from me