I stand there, seeing him just across the room.
A blade tightly gripped in his hand, as he cascaded the moon.
My breath was short, but I knew there was no time.
He smiled and was being quite a bit sublime.
I ran at him, lifting the blade
I left some work for his maid.
But something had gone wrong.
Something horrible and strong.
Sent far into my stomach and I die.
But there is no goodbye.
Because that is not the end.
I wake up in my bed.
I have turned human.
And there's nothing worth, the madmen.

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