I am weak,
the strength I’ve had for centuries
is fading fast.
My senses are dulled,
my throat burns.
Blood, sweet blood.
I need it.
Twice today
I thought of asking
my lady to stake me.
I’d rather be ashes,
scattered to the winds
than an immortal
damned to a hellish eternity.
I doubt she has the fortitude
to stake me,
to end me,
for she is starving as well,
sluggish,
entertaining her own thoughts
of a true death.
We have each other,
my wolf and I,
but what worth does that have
if our love
is bound by
decrepit, useless shells?
~Drake
the strength I’ve had for centuries
is fading fast.
My senses are dulled,
my throat burns.
Blood, sweet blood.
I need it.
Twice today
I thought of asking
my lady to stake me.
I’d rather be ashes,
scattered to the winds
than an immortal
damned to a hellish eternity.
I doubt she has the fortitude
to stake me,
to end me,
for she is starving as well,
sluggish,
entertaining her own thoughts
of a true death.
We have each other,
my wolf and I,
but what worth does that have
if our love
is bound by
decrepit, useless shells?
~Drake