They laced the wine with poison,
Waiting expectantly with traitorous eyes,
For the inevitable that would never come.
Not knowing a more potent venom flows in my blood.
Everyone and everything that I treasured is gone.
Whittled away one by one, ashes scattered in the wind.
Innocence betrayed, only an empty soul resides.
They wished to provoke the sleeping beast within.
I have no choice or rancor but to oblige.
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A/N: Original art by A. Brightspell
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