"A Lords Fall" yet Another poem from Grim Scribe Scara

In life I bore no sword as a Lord I could afford battle hardened guardians to protect what I hold dear with sword or spear.

All it took was one vampire to lay waste to my entire empire, He bade me volunteer my vein and I may yet maintain my station.

I reluctantly agreed to bleed my humanity for my vanity.
 
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