The Turning

 

 

His eyes looked around,

as they scanned into the night.

Seaching for the one,

who would share his sight.

 

The burning, the hunger,

the yearning from within.

Trying to find the one,

a new journey to begin.

 

The blood of his body,

the strength of a damned soul.

Offering his dark gift,

to the powers untold.

As the embrace of darkness,

around you they did weave.

Turning the one to me,

Now of my breed.

 

Now within touch of my hand,

and never again to be afraid.

My blood as your blood,

          welcome my child to the house of  D' Trea

 

 

Etric D' Trea