And found myself looking into your face.
Though 'twas only a portrait,
But still your eyes held me.
Thine Visage, Elation,
Thine hands perfect as an Angel's.
As lovely as the portrait was,
Thine guardian was frightening.
A Rapier at my throat,
A boot in my chest.
Fear in my heart,
Heart beating beyond rest
"Unhand das Kind Von Michael, Dämon-Fischeier"
Redemption? Or Damnation,
For I understood the words,
Unhand the Child of Michael, Demon Spawn
"IL est pour ma fille, BEGONE!"
Were the words of the Fencer?
And as I looked into his eyes,
I knew he was mad,
To wish me to wed his Daughter.
The German man was Clad in Silver Armor,
And had Long Gold Hair,
Where as the French Duelist,
Was in Green Nobles mail,
With hair the color of Straw.
As I stood In between the two,
Vampire and Paladin,
I knew I was Doomed, for One thought me his son to be,
And the other, an Angel's Son.
In desperation I chose neither man,
I fled as if Hell was behind me,
For it very well was,
Siegfried Schtauffen,
The Repentant Nightmare,
Or Raphael Sorel,
Guardian Knight of Amy,
Which is the better choice?
And as I flew through the Halls of the Castle,
I thought only of you my beloved,
For I knew I was in the world that created you,
The time was 1637, the place Romania,
The battle of Swords and Souls still raged,
And Good and Evil were personified,
By two Swords, Soul Caliber, and Soul Edge.
You're Cherry locks, and your White eyes,
Though Nosferatu you may be,
I still am in love with you.
The Velvet dress you wore,
And the expression on your face.
Drove me on, for I would become worthy of you,
If it was the last thing I did.