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MY KING, I AM NOT AFRAID OF THOSE DARK EYES.
I am not afraid of that frosted smile or the smell of death that follows you like a loyal dog.
I am not afraid of the lost souls wandering amongst your estate, or the dog that breathes fire to all.
I am simply not afraid, and you have underestimated me.
( I do not like to be belittled )
Man of the shadows, have you met the woman of the night? Have you seen her starlit grin and constellation freckles?
Have you gazed into her moon eyes which know all, see all, and understand all?
You have not.
Well then, feast your eyes.
My mother did not birth me to be Persephone the goddess of flowers. I have not coiled vines around necks to be called infuriating gentle and kind. I have not pulled men under, buried in the dirt, suffocating and gasping for air to be called a saint.
