He called to her
In frosty breath
The chill of his presence
The misty night
With a frozen moon
With markings of his deadly face
Her stares of fear and fret
His touch so cold
The beast was back, but not in vain
But to lift and guide her
A white rose so pure
He gave to her to remind her
The man he once was now undead yet tamed
And the love they shared together
Though a phantom of night, an angel of death
Her love for him shall remain
