Of all my children, none so beloved
My sweet Zillah, none so desired
Her tender skin, her blood so saccharine
I was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes.
But she would turn from me, she had no love to me
Nothing I’d provide could keep her satisfied
So I took to roam the wilderness alone
Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see.
[Crone:]
My spell can make thee win her heart
Drink of my blood then we’ll start.
[Caine:]
Her (foul) blood I drank for many nights
and Zillah indeed became my wife.
[Crone:]
The elixir hast bound thee
My serving thrall thou always be.
[Caine:]
But after a Year (and a day) her grasp (on me) had gone
With a stake through the heart, I left her to the dawn.