With devlish intent, in came the tidal wave

Malicisious desire bears your heart on your sleeve

Daring, you are, calling yourself wise

Shocking, I find, what little your words mean

A falsely hoped dream, one yours, one mind

Perhaps we sought happiness once, but now

We see only red

Tears and pain

and Bloodshed

In the end, only chaos;confusion

In the end... we have learned not of love

For we drive it away.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 388 AF.