Vamp child,
Dark child,
Who shall kneel before ye?
All those,
Who wish,
To keep their blood from me.
Go now,
And find,
Me food for I hunger,
I wish,
To hunt,
By the storm of thunder.
As she,
said that,
Outside was thunder crash.
Then the,
Tree stumps,
they turned into black ash.
Her slaves,
frightened,
ran for the great hall door.
It was,
a sight,
Servants running galore.
The young,
Princess,
Laughed with jolly good glee!
"Oh look!
Oh look!
See how they run from me?"

