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