He had a heart of stone
Strangled by thorn and shadow
Halfway into the night already
Consumed by the need to feed
No spirit could fill him up
Searching for his well spring
Their blood was twisted but destined
A light to keep the age of gods warm
He could sense her close
Summer honey suckle over powering the tang of sea salt love letters
She calls to him from across the sea
His heart answers in mournful melody
The fear of never knowing her touch 
Haunts him well into the dark
Waking fitful and drenched 
Her name a whisper in the blackness on his desperate lips
He wonders if she suffers the way he does
Questing always for clues to her capture
He will find her
No matter how long it takes
No matter how far
*He will find her