Lady Integra

Integra.

Walking around,

The way you do.

Pride of Helsing,

Not so new.

Eyes of cold blue,

Seeing the ages through.

The grace of her majesty bestowed,

Enough to bow low.

With hair of platinum,

Symbols of Latin.

Your sight is of man,

Looking so bland,

But firey still,

When you wish to kill.

The knowledge you hold,

And work so bold,

It is an honor untold.

From the puff of smoke,

Or beads that soak.

Your femininity is clear,

As the way you move with care.

Pride it may be,

Per say,

As it varies from day to day.

You stay cold,

As to not fold.

How long will it last,

Like memories of your past.

A fore long stare you cast,

As I walk past.

You crave for the untold,

But are too bold,

Disruption of the household.

So you stay,

Arm's length away.

Into the dead of night,

Where everything is right.

You have called me bastard,

But really, you are my master.

Master.