▪In the book of the Lion,▪
¤It's raining violence.¤
○On the fickle moon,○
°Guilt echoes throughout°
♤ my sundial throat ♤
◇A crystal dawning on my shoulder,
♧ Autumn twisting in my dreams. ♧
I'm ill-spirited,
'●I'm waltzing with the pendelum of death,●'
~A noose of wisdom fractures my thoughts~
/|\Gold is splintering/|*
While death cups my cheeks
"Knowledge is frighteningly beautiful."
I beg of you,
Do not kiss
The reaper in
Disguise.
He is grim
and he is
Hungry.
●
*■□■That is why they call it the Lions den.■□■
Nicole, my blood maiden.
This is for you.
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