"So the Pure Vampire, High on her castle top, Looks down on her kingdom, Filled with snow, and yet the undead continue to guard her hallowed halls.

And to the balcony, For the Clouds protected her from the sun, she safely wanders to the edge, to see such wonder blanket the castle.

All alone on this cold day, She steps out, to sweep the tombs of their snow, to find the resting place of where he feelings for love were. Buried closest to the deepest chambers where she rest.

With a long sigh the undead doth place a blanket about her, and escort her back in. To the warmer halls from this winter cold.

There she sits, the snow gently falling outside her window, she is left to gaze out to the sky,

She is pure in her friendship, and her love knows no bounds, But deep down, she is hurt, for the pain can be seen within her eyes."