The Pale Elf
Jonathan Young
Eyes as red as blood
Skin as white as snow
Eating rats down in the mud
Since oh so long ago
The parasite has freed
The puppet from his chains
But for power and for greed
Will his freedom be in vain?
Tell me, will you save the pale elf?
Do you think that he can change?
His sinful, broken frail self
Will you? Will you accept his fangs?
Enslavement he will trade
Gladly for this curse
But his honeyed words and blades
Won't stop this getting worse?
Oh, not all his chains are gone
When vengeance still remains?
Will you proudly be a pawn
In the vampire's game?
Tell me, will you save the pale elf?
Do you think that he can change?
His sinful, broken frail self
Will you? Will you accept his fangs?