The Scoundrel & the Gloved Princess
An Ode to Time
But what is being a vampire if not relishing in the pleasure of it?
A cruel mistress is she, time
has always been my greatest foe.
Kept away from love, suffering in grime
To be hated by my own kind, we came to blows
I once asked death, "Where is your sting?"
He replied, "It lies in your future."
Often I cannot make sense of such a saying
because all time has given me is a faulty suture
How can I respect time when
she has kept me away from my beloved?
How then can I move on when
I am treated so poorly by my own blood?
Oh time, I have suffered your sting for centuries
When will I know peace?
Is it true that I will never uncover these mysteries,
that I will never find release?