Black Moon, White Blood
Always be careful for what you wish for
Heed your immeasurable desires
Eternal beauty is but only fatal poison
Neglecting the true charms of the joy you have
Can cost you a life of freedom
And reward you an endurance of an immortal misfortune
The treasures that you love
Can dull and darken from your shoulder
Grace is the only magic you hold on to from the realm you have left
But tragically, it shall age and perish
As the fiery flame in the temple diminishes from existence…..
A little prelude you would keep in mind of as you read this story………