Denna

A tribute to "Wizard's first rule"

I can be no more than who I am and you can be no less, my mate, my fair haired torturess streaked with bruised and ashen skin.

We've been at each other's throat for so long I can't remember how I got here, or how we survived.

It would be better if you'd wake up, and I could pledge to you to make up for everything, and more.

It is a different kind of pain for me, knowing none could be your equal, and still our ways must part.

Oh what a shame you're dressed in white now, I can't have you draw blood until you break me or scream until It drowns out the sound of your hell.

It seems that time could not just mend you. You broke so hard you lost your pieces, still I'll try as hard as you my mistress.

Just one more time I'll paint your leather red.

Twist the blade and take my last breath; pain and love are naught but all the same to us.