His eyes did not want to behold the roses the helped grew,
His mind did not want to redeem what he knew.
Closer I stepped and looked into his eyes to comfort him,
Though I knew it very well I couldn’t lessen his pain.
He drank from the brimming goblet of blood,
And aroused the unending thirst for eternity.
His lips parted for an unforgettable inhuman snarl…
His eyes changed colour,
And I knew he was transformed.