Dressed in clothes black as night
Skin as pale as a fresh winter's snow
Dark, black eyes that hold no gleam of light
No blue highlights that bounce off your raven hair
What has happened to my love?
You vile, terrible creature of darkness; evil
Lurking, powerful thing that roams during the night
What are you doing here before me where my love once was?
Why do you do this? How could you take that which is not yours; the blood?
What other worldly force provokes you to take it?
Why don't you look for willing, unforced, or fearless?
The ones that will gladly bend to your will?
Did you not once have the bittersweet crimson flow within your very veins?
What has happened?
What has happened to the once I once loved?
You've turned cold and evil, cruel and hard; you evolved into the monster I now see before me
And now, I can see, that you will be doing the same to me.