Game of the dark heresy

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"In the shadows where roses die,

And moonlight's kiss is cold and sly,There lies a court where whispers bleed,And crimson veils the lover's need.

The dance of death is sweet and slow,

With waltzing ghosts in pale moon's glow,The queen of thorns, with ruby crown,Rules a court where all fall down.

Her eyes are black, her lips blood-red,

A silken smile, where truth is dead,She weaves her tales with silver thread,In her embrace, all hope has fled.

Beneath her throne, the shadows creep,

With promises they dare to keep,The king of night, her darkened flame,Whispers lies in passion's name.

In halls of stone, where mirrors crack,

The lovers' hearts are painted black,They drink from cups of bitter wine,And toast to love's unholy shrine.

Their kisses burn like frozen fire,

Their vows are stitched with dark desire,In crimson blood, their fates are sealed,Where none return, and all must yield.

So heed this tale, and stay away,

From where the court in shadows lay,For once you cross their bloodstained door,You'll dance with death forevermore.

In the Crimson Court, where roses die,

And love's a dark and twisted lie,The queen and king in shadows reign,A court of sorrow, blood, and pain."

—Written by ManhaShik