blood countess
On the day I met him I was feeling down,
Almost hitting the ground,
But he caught me before I could fall.
I had no idea at all
Of how much it would cost
And before I knew my soul was lost.
It had flown away,
Eternally alive I would stay.
My face turned white
And for the last time I saw the sunlight.
Now I seek for blood
While they sink in the flood;
I became a countess
And my victims are countless.
September 1999, by Magda H.
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