• And so she confessed then,
    through shattered teeth,
    her betrayal to me and my kin.
    For the slaughter of my house,
    was left brought upon my soul,
    much less, than the blood for which I freely drank.
    …her treasures were left marked, however,
    and after days, she came again,
    with a passion then seemingly pure,
    and took my crumbled heart.
    Her wounds open, anew,
    she healed only, with the words that were thrust upon me.
    So my trust, never broken,
    left her into my life again,
    with the patterns of my riches onto her tainted will.
    But her hands never ceased to trouble me,
    as the end of my life, marked the successful beginning,
    to a reign built upon murder,
    ever unlike any before me.