Christine on Nikolas

A silver god standing there

A prince with long tied back hair

He disappears into the night

Without a trace, out of sight

A mirage a recollection

But then I had a realization

He sucks the blood of the living

But I cannot help forgiving

His skin is cold pale and white

Showing he has not fed tonight

He sees the world through the eyes of other

Black and white there are no colors

He looks down upon a shattered youth

But a shattered mirror shows a shattered truth