At the castle there was a banquet.
The Count invited her in.
She watched him opening a vein.
He poured his blood into her chalice,
"This will heal you", he said in malice.
And she tried to scream in vain.

He pressed his tongue on her neck.
She saw her own blood on her chest.
She tried to escape from this fate,
But it was already too late.
He'd inserted her his sharp teeth,
licking the red liquid from beneath.

He poisoned her heart with his spell.
When she fought against it, she fell.

That dirty liquid injected in her blood,
with poison coming out from his crud,
a yellowish-brown mud mixed with his own part,
horrendous sensation of an insect reaching her heart.

But inside herself she could feel no more control,
as if a dark beetle had crawled on her skin.
It went directly into her bloodstream.
Like a shot,
it arrived to the desired spot,
Her precious soul.

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