What started as my game, ended in demise,
I can’t get over it no matter how I try.
I’ve fought her far too long,
I need to embrace her, is that so wrong?
Others have followed the same trail as I,
Pitiful creatures are they now.
I am not like him, oh no, he is a liar,
For she is my gift, my gift from fire.
She is my gift, No- MY CURSE!
Evil, wickedness- I’ve been cursed,
With evil born of evil’s fire!
I must destroy her, now or never,
Yet, my bonds with her I cannot sever
In the end I know it will win.
For My heart belongs to her Golden Sin.
This poem was written/submitted by Micaela.