• Come sink thine fangs into mine neck,
    The sight of the moon hast put me in a reck,
    The sound of thine's breathing hast caused me to stutter,
    For I feel mine heart dancing and my lids start to flutter.
    I feel the pain and cry out with joy,
    For thine spell hast turned me so coy,
    Mine eyes open wide for I feel my fangs growing,
    Thine venom of love has kept mine madness from showing.
    I am now like you come close to me here,
    For thou lookst so scrumptious, shalt I call you near?

    -inola de'barderac heart