Epilogue

Rise of the Vampyre

Dead building, dead mission,
dead dreams and glory.
Failed and broken,
apologies unspoken:
An end to my girls story

In her pool, her life drained away,
I saw a true angel among pretenders.
Her face young and white and cold.
I cursed myself - her defender.

I failed my charge and
in a flurry of white and red
I saw my companions
meet with the dead.

A friend kills them all.
Their lives fall in his path;
into oblivion, into cipher;
led by a man fuelled by wrath.

The fallen angel gone,
only I remain,
to feel this frozen pain,
to see them end our race;
dealing death with grace.

We cannot stop them now
and there is no doubt
our end is at hand:
Time has run out.

The end of all hope:
The reign of desire.
Fall of all angels:
Rise of the vampyre.