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Written by: Yel, Recruit of Evil
Date: Monday, October 13th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone
Red Walls
by Yel of Mhaldor
I was born where the stone forgot sunlight,
where the tongue is sharper than the blade.
Scales for skin, venom for prayer,
I learned that love is a wound that obeys.
Mhaldor my ruin, my refuge,
your chains fit like jewelry, your screams like song.
In your red walls I found my pulse,
steady, venomous, and finally mine.
The world called me monster before I could speak,
so I learned to whisper instead of beg.
Now I coil in your shadow and call it home,
a temple of pain that remembers my name.
Here, I am art
poison dressed in devotion,
a child of cruelty kissed by purpose.
Here, I am not lost.
I am found.
Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Chronos, in the year 987 AF.
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Written by: Yel, Recruit of Evil
Date: Monday, October 13th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone
Red Walls
by Yel of Mhaldor
I was born where the stone forgot sunlight,
where the tongue is sharper than the blade.
Scales for skin, venom for prayer,
I learned that love is a wound that obeys.
Mhaldor my ruin, my refuge,
your chains fit like jewelry, your screams like song.
In your red walls I found my pulse,
steady, venomous, and finally mine.
The world called me monster before I could speak,
so I learned to whisper instead of beg.
Now I coil in your shadow and call it home,
a temple of pain that remembers my name.
Here, I am art
poison dressed in devotion,
a child of cruelty kissed by purpose.
Here, I am not lost.
I am found.
Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Chronos, in the year 987 AF.