A Game of Hearts

Part III - The Beating Grenade

"When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it."
-Caitlyn Siehl

Then with his bare chest, the Master began
A four-inch incision,
And using his bare nails, he did withstand
The piercing pain and proceeded with precision.

Then with an effort sufficient enough
To pull mountains apart,
He gave out a sigh and a puff,
And from his chest, ripped of his own heart.

He did the same with the fainted maid,
Unveiled her chest, drew a cut and pulled out her heart,
And on the ground, as he kept the beating grenade,
He saw the life leave her limbs and eyes, a wonderful piece of art.

Reaching for a precious stone he was once gifted,
Reddened, marooned and purpled by time,
Her he promised, whom in his arms he lifted,
'This shall remain your heart,
Till death do us part.'

Neither wind nor water
His promise could beat,
For all the forces, even combined, of nature,
Did not possess the power to make this curse bleed.

The Master buried his heart in her chest,
And uttered many a spell to close
Both their wounds, though scars they left,
As a memoir for the path he chose.

Her heart as he raised in one hand,
Crumbled to ashes, as the stone in the other shone,
Declaring the fulfilment of his demand,
Now this was the core that ran her bones.

With his heart now well preserved,
And her life regained, which he missed,
He could not but control himself
To give her a fervent kiss.

He let his fangs sink in her neck
For with ravishing blood was filled she,
It was good enough to give his century-old flesh
The life which for granted never took he.

And as he satisfied his desire,
He did feel his heart beating in her chest,
Then with a sword rose the vampire,
And prepared for the devastating conquest."

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