Your whole being calls for acts of violence but you've learned to wear velvet gloves. From lips spill words that makes the very earth SHAKE. An ancient power forgotten but never lost in the sands of times, Lo there do they call to thee . An entity of death and destruction, yet so heart wrenchingly beautiful people wept just to feel your crimson gaze ; dethroned and betrayed no one remembers your name, but maybe it's better this way.