Under the veil of the moon's cold light,
Two souls converge in the velvet night.
Eyes that burn, a voice so sweet,
A spell is cast where shadows meet.
His words, a whisper, soft and low,
A tale of eternity he begins to show.
She feels the pull, the ancient call,
A willing pawn in his immortal thrall.
"Surrender now, let fear subside,
In my embrace, forever abide.
The gift I give is both dark and bright,
An endless journey through the night."
The crimson flows, the bond is sealed,
A sire's love, a fate revealed.
From life to death, through shadowed streams,
They dance in blood and eternal dreams.
The glamour binds, her will undone,
A fragile thread in the web he's spun.
Lips meet flesh, the world turns red,
Life's fleeting spark to darkness wed.
"From this night, you are my own,
A child of blood, of shadowed throne.
The Traditions six shall be your creed,
To guide your path, fulfill your need."
Bound by blood, their hearts entwined,
A sire's touch, a progeny's mind.
Through love and law, through loss and flame,
The eternal dance remains the same.
In the quiet hours, beneath the moon,
Their souls hum an immortal tune.
A sire and child, in shadow's grace,
Forever bound in the crimson embrace.