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Raised in the shadows,

Reared in the night,

Your child will come,

And ascend by might.

And you, the slain,

Shall wait and see,

What other things,

A soul can be.

A body to curse,

A body to blame,

A body the earth,

Will not yet claim.

Beware the mortal,

Beneath your sky,

Crush the human,

Who’ll see you die.

Twice you’ll rise,

Twice you’ll fall,

Lest you can,

Change it all.

Or perish by day,

Perish by dawn,

The world believes,

You’re already gone.

So darken your heart,

My shadow king,

And let us see,

What war will bring.

I stare at the words for a long time. Horror, fear, and fury all churn within me. My emotions feel like a roulette table, spinning round and round. I’m not sure which emotion will win out.

Is this supposed to mean something to me? Because it doesn’t.