Here I lie awaiting
My death is looming
The blade that he draws must spill more blood that's mine
For all that has passed I cannot help but ask:
"Why am I the one to die?"
I face this end alone
The touch of his blade against my flesh
Fills him with pleasure so dark it passes not his lips
With a swift move my end is signed
I can feel my very essence being drained
I can hear the whispers of the demons poisoning his mind:
"More blood," they say. "More lives."
1 | Arm Yourself |
2 | The Beauty Of This Form |
3 | Majesty |
4 | The Darkest Hour |
5 | Vile |
6 | The Fallen |