Dark Origins
Bloodless, shameless, violence incarnated
A devotee with a twisted memory
Fated to the unholy path of few men;
Lady of murder
Cursed twofold as many times as the others
A collection of blood smeared names and cities
Driven onward by the need to know more; yet
The lust for flesh reeks
Amidst all the chaos and uncertainty
On the shadowed lands and forgotten ruins
A chance to finally decide for herself,
To give in or not
The first choice as effortless as exhaling
To bathe in lifeblood and to gut the winged lamb
So-called-changeling-sister slayed in a duel
Blessed by her Father
The other choice demanding and perilous
To rebel; to reject her very own self
As the day is born bright and pure, so is she
Defier of Gods
