Thus I remember the scent of blood on me,
delicious yet forbidden to my own morals
for I know, I am not one of them.
We are different people on the inside.
And no matter how much you say
that we are sisters
I will never say that we are of the same kind.
You, who harbor murderous intent
for those who have done you no harm...
I shall slay you with my own blood,
and sink my sword into your very body
until you harden into stone
and crumble before my very eyes.
This blood on me may tempt me
to become someone like you,
but I will not concede to a pre-determined fate
that has led us to devour those that love us.
In the end of it all,
I will again sleep peacefully in the depths
when I have known that you no longer live to kill.
And the smell of blood, will only be that
of your blood running through the veins
of those you have given birth to,
yet they do not carry your vengance.