Up and down this ship I've wandered;

Lord Valdore does await full moon.

A fortnight I've had to ponder

Revenge for Jean shall be mine, soon.

At last Lord Valdore comes to me;

He carries in his hands an urn

 "The moon is full, dear Seraphine

You'll wait no more for what you yearn"

"I smell his wretched soul nearby;

His mother's presence he doth sense

The love of her he was denied;

His curiosity trumps all pretense."

My heart that stilled so long ago,

When Nicodemus played me false,

Began to hammer, hope bestowed;

He'll come to me for his death waltz!

Lord Valdore holds finger to his lips;

"Hush young one, I sense his trail.

His evil ways, we'll soon eclipse

I call upon the Vampire, Prail."

"Prail is the Vampire God of all,

The one whose blood yet flows in me.

He spread her ashes then stood tall,

"Now, we resurrect Ellery."

I watched in fascination rapt,

As Valdore cut his wrist to bleed.

Mixing this with ashes trapped;

Ellery Black at last was freed!

Straight from those ashes she arose,

Then shook her head and stood transfixed.

"Who wakens me from death's repose?"

Her eyes upon Lord Valdore, fixed.

"Your help dear Lady, we implore,

To make aright so many wrongs"

Against your will, made Satan's whore

Your soul needs go where it belongs"

"I have it on good authority

That Prail will grant to you reprieve.

If you but strike down demon seed,

From depths of hell you'll be relieved."

She listened as she sniffed the air,

Then suddenly she stared at me;

"Nicodemus is close, beware!

Just stand clear and give me lead!"

The air now deathly quiet, still;

Not a ripple in Demeter's sails.

So mesmerized against my will,

The witch released a banshee's wail!

Sophisticate I thought I was;

Yet this did chill me to the bone.

I must see this through, no pause.

I tremble, clutching one black rose.