So cold an embraceFrom the dead,Yet so familiar armsThat used to belongThat used to belong to a queenSo cold a kiss.So cold a kiss from the lips.Once the lips of a GoddessA feather-like touch.And a tear of a prince.Crimson and black.A promise.And a venomous CURSE!!A tear that shall turn to iceA heart that shall turn to stoneBlood that no longer runsAnd all signs of joie shall burnAnd whirlwinds of hatredShall lift the ashes of joyIt shall be spread to the eastSpread to the westSpread to the northAnd spread to the southOf this dead heart pulseThe pulse of decayAAAHHH!!From rulership and dignityTo serpent poison dreadThe pulse of decayAnd the wrath of the transformationAll the grace and beauty of the past. was rapedAnd left for deadThe pulse of decayThe pulse of a fallen dynastyThe pulse. the pulseThe pulse.Of DECAY!!
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