Strondar rubbed his tired eyes
That were red, as if he'd wept,
Another night had dragged on by
And again he'd hardly slept.
He felt he should remember something,
That he almost had forgotten,
But when he tried, the thought turned to dust,
Like a parchment that is rotten.
He knew the name Classidia,
And saw the image of a girl,
Bur also blood and violence
And darkness in a whirl.
Yet there was no fear of the name
Or the thoughts he had in part,
And somehow he must find the truth
To fill the void within his heart.
Three nights ago he was attacked
Of this there is no doubt,
But the details were elusive,
Had he only been knocked out?
Was it just a blow, to the head
The doubts inside him cried,
But the name, Classidia, called to him
And would not be denied.
"I'll retrace the steps, that I know,
of my Ill-fated walk that night;
Then perhaps out of the darkness,
At last I'll gain some light."
Moving now towards his door
He felt a coldness in the air,
And reached to take his heavy cloak,
But it was not hanging there.
Like an arrow flying straight and true
There were images of pain;
And of his cloak lying in the dark;
Just what did this explain?
He staggered under crushing weight,
As memories returned,
And sat to start sifting though
What it was he'd learned.
He was about to die, three nights ago
At the edge of a sharpened blade,
Then The Dark Angel came from out the night
And thus, his life was saved.
With strength and beauty, all in one
And supernatural speed;
Her fangs drained the life-blood from his foe
To end his foul deed.
Though she tried to scare him,
Strondar hid himself away,
Enraptured by her beauty,
As she waited for the day.
He remembered how she lay there,
Such a sweet, but tragic figure;
And then her torment started,
As dawn's fingers pulled the trigger.
He knew she was not evil,
And could not ignore her cries,
And he swiftly moved towards her,
As the smoke began to rise!
He covered her then, with his cloak,
And lifted her in his arms,
Then sought to find some shelter,
To removed her from these harms.
He carried her to the ancient crypt
Where he gently lay her on the floor,
Then gazing at her voluptuous body,
He retrained himself from exploring more.
Though he was drawn towards her beauty,
Like a moth into a flame,
He also saw much sorrow,
And Strondar felt the same.
She recovered with alacrity,
And threw of the cloak that covered her;
And there Strondar's memories ended,
As he heard the name, "Classidia."
He returned to where he'd left her,
Knowing he could not love her more,
But she was not there, she had moved on;
Leaving his cloak upon the floor.
"I know you're out there somewhere,
Alone and in such pain;
But I promise not to end my quest,
Till I hold you once again!"
Even if I need give my life
To let me search forever!
Then I will gladly do as much
For us to be together!"
Strondar's heart was heavy,
But he burned with a fiery zeal;
And his heart was hers or no ones;
For his Vampire Queen, was real.