the first poem,
written in the void,
by the hand of the void's
sorrowful child
within my heart
i beheld what was
f a l s e,
i thought myself
above you all, a
p r i n c e s s,
despite my title,
i am no more than a
w o l f,
driven by instinct
and the hunt for
b l o o d,
my dearly beloveds,
hear my apology
p l e a s e.
-LUSINE ARGENT VOLKOV