You take from me.
I keep on giving.
You lie to me.
How do I go one living?

I am only a fraction
of what I used to be.
You are killing me
with your very actions.

My soul is dark and empty.
My heart is hard and cold.
Who would've known
that my soul would be bought and sold?

Inside I am weeping.
While you are laughing,
my heart is breaking-
I can feel the darkness creeping.

My rings are gone,
I am yours no longer.
And already I feel myself
getting stronger.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ero, in the year 289 AF.