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Primordial Thirst“Seven hundred years of melancholy,Seven hundred years of pain. The hunger, the thirst, eroding my will, All that remains is the strain. The torturous trappings of power Now adorn my delightful progeny, Her youth and naïveté refreshing to behold While I remain in the shadows to act freely.” The peons doth crave her power, Whilst she dances 'twixt their ploys and schemes, Controlling them all, an able puppet-master, They fawn over her and suspect not a thing. The clan she has built so full of cheer, The vampires grow soft in their opulence, But she backs it up with a power so severe, Nothing does she lack in confidence. “Seven hundred years to see the world, Seven hundred years to see it all change, The onset of technology a plague to my kind, To one from my time it doth all seem deranged. Though faster we are than their projectiles, Humans are no longer merely prey; A hunt worthy of the greats from ancient times Seems to take place nearly every day.” Spurred on by the sample provided by Mireille, Young ones feign candour and let the prey take them away, Preying on society's dregs proves to be a curse, The mature among us starve as we can't lure the perverse. Inspired by a fable from the Marquis de Sade, Mireille prepares a feast for the prey. Luring them in with the young ones as bait, The mature will pose as fellows lead astray. Mireille adorns the table nude, a docile nymph While the libertines wager and leer, Blinded by her beauty to such an extent, Their lives end in happiness, not fear. Sated on their scarlet blood so depraved, We admire our leader for her bold strategy, No more a prodigy, now a full-blooded queen, She thus takes to her throne en déshabillé. |