Hear my plea, Oh timeless Queen. For I had fallen into a feverish sleep. Delirious state paired with futile means Of days crashing like passing winds that weep. I had drunk the serpent's vile poison. To cleanse the empty skin not chosen.
A twisting, dark dagger taken to heart Tattered skin stripped from ivory bone. A chance perhaps, to shed this withered part? Alas, Gaunt faced and ghastly. Truth did show, With calming song, she nearly grasped my arm. No. Quickly, I woke away from harm.
Once, these sundering seas were to be my home, Yet this scarred path lies upon seeds I had sown. A temple beyond the forest, empty of worship. Firefly lit field, littered of Druid's ancient julep That spurned within me, a spark I once knew. Atop an altar, beneath countless flickering eyes, I flew.
One last time. A blasphemous blade I will wield. The blood I pour shall nourish this field. Alone as a Wight wailing within their barrow. Only through pain can I awake from shadow. A path I once trod through darkness and decay. Light take me. Anew will be the day.
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