For Marius (sorta)

Through night I stalk you;
Mine forever more.
Blood spilled and wrought from you;
Yours nevermore...

I dream of you 'till another I take,
You haunt me with your life.
The lies you tell, the stories you make,
I feel them like a knife.

But what is this? One unlike you...
Pure in heart and word.
With blood like this, what am I to do?
A life I cannot afford...

To death, I sentence this one person.
But what of the curse that follows?
When this vicious deed is done,
Myself and I are my only foes.