Disclaimer: I do not own the Faerie world of Tithe and Valiant... those belong to Holly Black.
Dust of purest gold
Dances in my eyes
Till claret blood falls
Onto the ground
At the feet of the Unseelie king.
Eyes of molten silver
Glazed with pain
Hide behind a cold mask
That drops at my touch
To the feet of the Unseelie king.
Shadows of deepest onyx
Whisper with alien voices
Wing beats and talon clicks
As I fall to my knees
At the feet of the Unseelie king.
A dagger bathed in blood
Slices through tender flesh
The revels howling loudly
As my body slumps down
To the feet of the Unseelie king.