Deep, Darkness.
These words are my heart.
The memories you gave me
are filled with screams,
and crimsom blood.
This pain was not for me,
and yet i find myself with
this heavy burden,
yelling from the weight.
Deep was the Betrayl.
Dark was the Deed.
To have insisted such
pain on others is a
Deed much Darker.
These memories are forever
engraved on the Bodies
of your Deed, lying
in their desolate graves.
Forever there,
Forever forgotten.
All held in my heart.
My Deep, Dark heart...
---Lora
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