Dancing in the moonlight
Silver slivers in my hair
Watching time swiftly passing by

With no sadness or despair

Sweet remembrances of my past
And hopes towards what's to come
I sink my fangs into his neck
And my soul cries out "Yum!"

There are those who walk my paths
Who would rather use a wisp to feed
And use that blood for little magics
Born not of the Embrace, but Greed.

There is no greater ecstacy,
There is no greater joy,
Than to sink my fangs into the neck
Of a very willing boy.

There is a unity in my fatal kiss
That stems from my Embrace
That fills my mouth with that sweet nectar
And fills my soul with grace.

To distance myself from my victims
Would be a sad thing indeed
To give away my fangs for little wisps
And give up my grace for greed.

I've no wish to be Bloodborn,
No wish to give away,
The wondrous gift from my Embrace,
For magics that might slip away.

-Duchess Auvira Gravz Amaratha, Mystery's Poet

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Variach, in the year 139 MA.