Lord Nicodemus is long gone.

I could have killed him for this wrong.

He saw the venom in my eyes;

That he has fled is no surprise.

Alone again, I mourn love lost,

For jealousy I paid dear cost.

I should have trusted Jean Pierre;

My shrieks of madness fill the air!

I curse the leaving of Orleans;

His touch I still feel in my dreams.

Lord Nicodemus played me false;

Oh yes, I'll dance with him one waltz!

The waltz of death, a dance of Hell!

He'll rue this night, this I know well!

I hear a voice, it calls to me;

"I'll help thee avenge, come Seraphine"

The voice, it sooths and calms my fright;

"Come here, my dear, and make things right"

To Norfolk I must quickly go;

My vampire senses tell me so.

A name I'd heard, thought to be lore,

A vampire Lord from days of yore.

In telepathic waves of thought,

He bids me come and to fear naught.

Lord Valdore is the one I seek,

Not for the feint of heart, nor weak.

Tomorrow I shall go to him,

As pounding of my heart grows dim.

I must avenge my lover's death;

An oath I made with Jean's last breath.

What lies ahead, God only knows.

My bags are packed... with one black rose.