Vorador's thoughts now a poem.
My friends,
Lovers,
Family,
Have fallen,
By whom you ask,
Why the sarafan of course,
They are mortals,
But still kill vampires,
They have spelled weapons,
And the days by their side,
They have a grand fortress,
That mocks vampires,
My hatred drives me to kill their leaders,
The circle of nine,
I killed a few,
The others survived,
Then new ones come,
The time streamer,
And a bloodthirsty mob tracks me down,
Now faced with death I only want it to end.
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