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My time of truth has been erased
with the memory of my death.
I now can't erase from my tortured mind
the thought of my last breath.
'Twas a cold November night, I recall,
many many winters past
The sundown that I saw that night
was cursed to be my last.
A man-boy of but twenty four
when she appeared upon the mist.
The undeniable beauty
in her smile could not be missed.
She rode upon a gallant horse
with silver in its hide;
two wolves with hunger in their eyes
strode loyally at her side.
'Where dost thou go on such a night?'
she breathed into the air.
Dumbfounded at her beauty
I was reduced to ignorant stare.
She laughed at my seduction
and she held out mitted hand,
'Come ride with me, young cherub boy,
you'll freeze in where you stand!'
I pulled myself upon her steed
and rode with her to town.
So quick we moved! So graceful,
like the horse ne'er touched the ground!
The Boar's Den is where we stopped
to rest our weary bones;
a tavern built on debauchery,
of ale, of sin, of stone.
'A brandy for my belly,' she cried
as if it were a game.
The barkeep looked at me and then
I muttered, 'Aye, the same.'
The brandy burned my chest and head,
she smiled just the same.
And downed her glass and turned to me
and said, 'Boy, what's your name?'
'The son of William and Helena Wake,
Mordechai is what I'm known.'
She nodded and sized me up a bit,
saying, 'Well boy, how you've grown!
I am Selena from Shadeau, France,'
sweet whispers in my ear!
The warmth of her breath enflamed my heart
and filled me with mortal fear!
'But what of me? What do you need?'
She rose from her brandied sips.
'I need to feel the life of your blood
flowing past my lips!'
'Have you gone mad!?!' I bellowed
and I rose to leave the Inn.
She grabbed me by my shoulder
and said, 'Come on, I'll show you SIN!'
Her charcoal eyes saw through me
I was caught up in her trance.
The violins started playing
I was swept into her dance.
She held me with a passion
I had never felt before;
I held on tighter, tighter, tighter!
I needed to feel her more!
'So beautiful you are, young Wake,
You needn't have to die -
I could show you paradise
you can be eternal...as I...'
She kissed me gently on the neck
as my heart began to race.
Her auburn hair so lovely!
Now it covered her porcelain face.
Then just as I fell to rapture,
as I succumbed into her sins,
I heard a sigh from angel lips
and I felt her teeth sink in!
A panic! I am surely dead!
A pleasure sweet as pain!
As all the life within me
started leaving every vein.
'Dear God in Heaven, help me!
A sign you love me so!'
From her lips she laughed and muttered,
'Boy, I'm the only God you'll know...'
She carried me to a room upstairs
her lips still at my neck.
My vitae almost empty as
she tossed me on the bed.
She removed her blouse, right down to skin,
bare breasted in my sight.
But I was dead - damn near it!
From blood loss, nay, from fright!
My skin so cold and fragile
I surely should have died...
but she began doing something ritual
as she motioned to my side.
She raised her hand up to her face
said, 'You must fill your need!'
Then brought her nail down to her breast
and her teat began to bleed.
The vision of such an action
made me think upon the worst!
But seeing her own blood flowing
filled my stomach with such thirst!
She brought the nipple to my mouth
and passed my hungered tongue.
And deep inside my wretched soul
a metamorphosis had begun!
As she pulled away I cried out
like an infant to its mother.
A drink like none I'd ever had!
I surely must have another!
But alas I wasn't able
for she disappeared from me.
Leaving me with this affliction,
abandoned on this evil sea.
And through a pain so desirable,
A life was all but taken;
And thus with a kiss, I'm born again...
The dead boy has awakened. 
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