Title: 2
Die in my hands,
yonder traitor.
Or shall I spare thee from harm.
Perish in dreams,
Nightmares fatal.
Or shall I give thee new life.
Resistant once-friends,
now-hater.
Or shall I tell thee the known truth.
Live you how you wish to live.
Regret not the path thy heart has chosen.
Pain and suffering be your only companions.
For you have forsaken your saving grace.