Dealer of twisted tongue and traderous deeds
Striving to deceive
Parlay among the court and man
Yet justice has been lacked in the stasis it expands
Need I not draw my sword
Quickend to your cold heart
For what wrongs have I done
Deserving such verbal slaughter
Only wrong bond seathing from you
I who was enlightened to evil among man
For all dearest to drawn in the murky poison
Torched in vial tar as your presence smothers free will from grasp
Loving you only for a short time shall bring agony to even the calmest of minds
Not appearing as what you are
But even the best played shade fades Doomed are you for this small battle win
For vain is one who nay see farther then immediate gain
And yet shall be your undoing