The Lament of Lucrecia Loneshadow
Why must a heart
Be bloody shattered,
If thine heart loves true?
Why? I now thirst for your answer.
Why thou art must you will two people meet,
If these two hearts are not
meant for each other?
To you I wail!
Why make these blood red eyes sob further,
If thine eyes be loyal to only one?
How? I sullenly ponder
How can you be so beautiful
Whilst sadness overflows in your melody?
I hate that you move me to love my misery
Why? I beg out of eternal curiousity
Why must you torture a mind
With the hope of basking in the sweetness of life
That will never, ever be served?
Oh cruel world!
How could you?
How could you still be so happy
Whilst melancholy abounds
Your devirginized soil and waters?
Oh unfair life!
Why must you be short and unjust?
Why must we meet,
When you’ll leave me then into meaningless dust?
Oh Lucrecia Loneshadow!
Why must you be bitter?
Why mustn’t you die sooner?
Why must you still be remembered?
Oh morbid self! I command you!
DIE! With all the hatred in your black heart!
Gather all the brokenness in this dire world!
Grow cold! Then, forever be the queen
The QUEEN, of all who are damned!
Boiling within you is the blood I thirst!
For a thousand years, I craved
I slept so long in the coffins six feet beneath you
Now I, Queen Lucrecia, shall rise and take my venge
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