I quiver before, I begged master don`t!
My wings are torn, Speckled with crimson.
Metile taste remains, These burises of black and blue...
They refuse to fade.
The shadows, they dance in the flames beauty,
Their whispers, they speak... With unending fury.
Dear Master, My Master...
Was I not your minion?
Was I not your dirty little secret?
Why did you pretend?
You left me, leaving me alone,
Within the darkened Dungeon, which you`ve ended many.
These blades surrounds, My tender flesh painfully torn.
Ruby may spill from my veins, but the icy surface numbs my pain.
Then to searing heat, the flames from the fire.
The blue dimming fire... How it fades into the darkness.
I have done everything you wished for,
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