My Crimson Lord

Tied to me an unsuspicious fate.

Begotten unto ye sire an ignorant child, blessed be yours immortal.

Seen by ours your son rhyme my blood as yours is ancient, I wake to walk your castle’s halls to our brother’s fallen knee. My name as your name, their Lord, and your son their Prince I’m destined.

Where before thence a man now those most familiar passed ...my ascension once I promised my ambitions new become there overlord. Since I lay my passions too often that man proved mundane and so I’m willingly abandoned.

Weary ever since, lead to follow my fate a proactive mind game sleeting my senses while tuning my heavy crown. Worn although savage striving victory‘s only cause its safe respect.

Soon to be their high lord over the Lord now my sire...ambitions slaving loyalty and me your good student. And no more modern is the weather black than a foul mood’s common a vampire jaded. So no less than daylight births for our prey then I crave your power father.

Alleviated, your precious guilt to sate me. My last test your sacrifice for my mercy.