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/Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah (yeah)
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom...on the...grave.../

As Corey sat in the moonlight, listening to the song "A Kiss from a Rose" by Seal, he felt like he was just that.
He was like a rose. He was beautiful, but Dracula and the Brides kept getting pricked by his thorns.

/There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power,
my pleasure,
my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that when it snows,
My eyes become large
and the light that you shine can be seen./

He got to his feet and smirked.
"They'll not stop me!" he growled.
"I will become the Dark Prince! And there is not a vampire alive that can stop me from fulfilling my quest!"