The demoness.
Her words sit in my mind
Perhaps she is right
She always was a queen of swords.
To see something I neglect to see
To tell me the truth when I deny it
She will survive the coming inferno
The words sit here
Like poison they eat away at a part of me
And I let them
Because a part of him has returned
the templar stirs in his grave
But I shall not let such a thing return
He is dead
We killed him.
On an abandoned road he fell
Cold and alone
I have pissed upon his grave.
And never mourned his passing.
The demoness her words ring true.
Damn you Fae. Damn you to hell.
I know, I'll see you there.
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