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Worse than a ruthless king... is a king obsessed. Isolation, darkness, and rotting flesh, Surrounds me, suffocates me, But I am the vile ruler who controls it all. I long for warmth, Yet, all that I touch, Is cold. Then, she stumbles in to my domain, Lost
Worse than a god in rage... is a god in love. I punish lies and deceit, An eternal damnation of agony and pain. Yet, when it is my wife whose deception plagues me, I know what I must do. Shackle her soul to the lying, cold corpse that she is, Ensuring tha
Wed him. Bed him. Slit his throat. I killed the king. Crowned myself in his blood, But the curse still festers. To break it, I need Death, On his knees, A ring on his finger. My blade at his throat. The god fights me to the grave, Evades my touch, Mocks m
More painful than love... are the secrets that bind and divide us. Adrift in a sky shadowed by war, We seek, we ache, Searching for the woman who fled us. We shattered her heart, but she unfurled her feathers, Our sweetheart, our little dove, Escaping our
Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat. Born in dirt, raised in rot, I dig graves for the dead, While the living decay around me. When my brother coughs blood, He appears. A man too polished for the graveyard, With a bargain too cruel for the light: Seduce the Ki
More painful than love... are the secrets that bind and divide us. Adrift in a sky shadowed by war, We seek, we ache, Searching for the woman who fled us. We shattered her heart, but she unfurled her feathers, Our sweetheart, our little dove, Escaping our
More treacherous than war... are the battles within a heart. Perched between branches and shadows, We watch, we scheme, Fighting for a kingdom forgotten and forlorn. Until we rip her away with our claws, Our prisoner, our pawn, our plaything. She's in