Even then I felt so wild
Sick in bed, she cared for me,
My mother's death caused by me
Red tears fell down her face
I would die in that place.
She gave me her lethal kiss
Her wrist she pressed to my lips
Drink! She hissed into my ear.
She gave me her blood,
mixed it with mine,
Never shall I die.
-Nazaire de Marais
