Here comes the man you yearn

The one you slaughtered me for so quickly

Not even by the price of blood I learn

Or the burns etched into my chest are clearer than memory

He was always better than me

As I die, he is who I am and shall forever be

Not even the innocent and convenient could have him fed

The darkest of hearts lie shallow and bred

The broken of souls drowned under and bled

No wonder his armor shines so dark red