Vampire-Hunter Leona, Revision 1.02
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On faith, love, and
consequence...
My futile struggle now seems
finally lost
As even the winners can’t cover
the cost
My body is hurting, as much, as my
soul
The Clan Tzimisce soon reaching
its goal
Overwhelmed by the savagepower
of vice
I learned they are callous &
colder as ice!
No more use of money, no armour of
faith
So death calls me like a
harrowing wraith
God could forgive but I doubt that
god will
My husband sucked dry, while I
lay low ill.
True love was the force that made
me fail
yet fools claim this power to be
their grail
The Malkavian foretold my life
gets worse
her prophecies in truth just a
dread curse!
No longer my hurt body allows me
to stand
This poem, just as my life, is
destined to end
