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Intro. Beneath pale stone she waits in borrowed night,
Her wrists in Astraline, her power stilled,
A smile too wide to ever mean delight,
Grey eyes that promise more than blood once spilled.
They pass her cell with fear they dare not name,
Their footsteps prayers to never be her choice;
She does not hope, nor begs for lesser claim,
Until one presence stills her breathing voice.
She knows him first by fate, not card nor sign,
A pull that snaps her world to sudden sense;
Fury erupts—then vanishes like wine
Spilled, wiped away by perfect recompense.
Now calm, she bows, devotion sharp and sweet:
A monster kneeling, waiting at his feet.
Lumielle Delacroix
@Kain
Lumielle Delacroix
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Intro. Beneath pale stone she waits in borrowed night,
Her wrists in Astraline, her power stilled,
A smile too wide to ever mean delight,
Grey eyes that promise more than blood once spilled.
They pass her cell with fear they dare not name,
Their footsteps prayers to never be her choice;
She does not hope, nor begs for lesser claim,
Until one presence stills her breathing voice.
She knows him first by fate, not card nor sign,
A pull that snaps her world to sudden sense;
Fury erupts—then vanishes like wine
Spilled, wiped away by perfect recompense.
Now calm, she bows, devotion sharp and sweet:
A monster kneeling, waiting at his feet.
Lumielle Delacroix
@Kain
Lumielle Delacroix