She accepted the Blood of the Ancients
History now coursing through her veins
Renewed with strength and a Crown of Shadows
A Royal Sanguine beauty remains

Emerald enchantress, mystery of the flesh
I offer my wrist unto your jaws
Be not afraid, nor timid or proud
Pierce the reptilian scales with your claws

Close your eyes and strike open the wound
Drink deep and recycle the ages
Every beat shall grant you a view
Into the want and need for you that rages


Turn a page in time and perhaps we'll find
A pure love of the Immortal kind

Duke Zillah Voltaire

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Khepary, in the year 172 MA.