1/7/25
You corrupted me with your anger
As if I didn't have enough of my own
I see now how you'd feed me to flames
All for a seat on some fragile throne
The alarm bells sounded off loudly
Yet I ignored the signs of intrusion
I gave too much love and compassion
To a man who's heart is small...
Forsaken and broken
Your fraudulence is clear now
My body shows evidence in scars
May you never know comfort
When you look in the mirror
May you see nothing but evil in
The deceitful monster you are
In seven years I will regenerate
My skin will soften and renew
All while you contend with
Your lack of soul and spirit
May the Gods never waste their blessings
On pitiful scum like you.
Perish!
The Nightingale's Tale 