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