All preternatural senses heightened;

A soul has dared enter this room!

Danger sensed, yet no one frightened;

Such fearlessness shall spell their doom!

The sun now fled, the moon waxed full;

I spy with eyes of darkest green,

The very one whose trance once pulled;

Hypnotic glance and frame so lean.

"It's YOU!" cried I, in foul disdain,

The cause of all my deepest sorrow!"

I took a step, yet he remained;

"Think, Seraphine, upon the morrow"

"I'm sorry to have left you here,

But tell me true, had I but stayed,

Would you have welcomed me with cheer?

Or despise and hate me, felt betrayed?

So see, my dear, I had no choice,

But to let the centuries take their course.

Come join me now and let's rejoice

Of all your joy, I'll be the source!

Beware of LaFluer, "the flower"

His calling card, one must suppose;

May be this night at any hour,

They'll find you dead,with one black rose.