For centuries had the vampire wander.
He talked to sirens, muses, dark angels;
And yet he did not ever forget
the fairy princess he had once met.
Eventually his journey
drew him back to that land of good.
Domain of the fairies,
Mystic creatures from the wood.
The very sight of that old, mystic land;
Brought him ancient memories of the past.
Feelings he much had tried not to recall;
Feelings he would face, once more and at last.
And so did the dark lord enter the land…
In the deepest meadow of the woods,
he saw something he never expected.
Below the tree, sleeping,
laid the precious fairy princess.
She soon woke up, and stared at him...
No magic had ever been able
to bring a fairy from among the dead;
and yet there she was,
giving Venlith a lovely look.
It was just as if no time had passed,
though it had been more than a hundred years
since that last time he saw her.
Since that cold night of spring.
Venlith tried to grab her hand.
She smiled gently and ran away.
He rushed and followed her,
she disappeared, never to be seen again.
Only then did the vampire realized
she was but a shadow of the past;
and with a tear of blood, he continued his journey,
walking to the west.
Ventrue Lite