Steele Poem
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Over the Nighside now alone Traced your steps for a thousand miles Please don't leave me behind.
Yours the hands that heal, yours the eyes that feel Scarlet lips to tell, dark Medea's veil In thirst for life you cry; here I stand beside Mine the choice to give, mine the chance to live
Three days passed, in death you lay Roused the beast within, necrophage Comfort to the queen of light Face to face we stand
Yours the hands that heal, yours the eyes that feel Scarlet lips to tell, dark Medea's veil In thirst for life you cry; here I stand beside Mine in love to know, mine the blood to flow.