Tears of blood run down a snow white face.
Doubly compounded purity, sanguine and ancient.

Dancing flames infuse the veins of life,
Consanguinity is a curious riddle.

New blood merges with old; when they meet sparks fly.
These sparks develop, building ideas, lives and Gifts.

Psyche, breath and spirit are passed down.
Lineage, loyalty, honour and creed encompass all through these ties.

The dual lusts; both for blood; fulfil their purpose.
Eyes cloud scarlet red until they are sated.

The shedding, sharing and spawning of blood.
These are the foci of this world.