And so sadly I wail
This is not who I am
Queen of the hunt
Nightmares
They are mine now
He haunts me from his bed
He is dead, yet he beckons
I am dead and I call
He still sits in front of me
He still sings with eyes of wonder
He still laughs me to tears
My claws dig into steel
There is no more pain
I bore these weapons
Long as my fangs
They culled herds of the insane
And yet I am still empty
Where is he?
Nay, where am I?
Lost....
- Arielle