Crimson drops of rain, rubies from the veins of men;
A mask of burlap, align the paths of Kings and Queens.
A path laced with pain, the betrothal is nurtured in secret.
Why is the Court one of Jesters and frauds?
The bastard son, tainted blood runs like rivers beneath flesh –
Marked by the sins of thy Mother; hush for the fleeting life of the wronged.
Stand vigil in life, right the shortcomings brought by thine Father's mistress.
The dragon will fight the forest of haunting.
One of strength, heed the power on the trail before,
Your Love is but a reach away, the shadow that follows your steps.
Wielding swords, forth from the talents of your hands –
Instincts guide a pure heart.
Oh child, whom grief veils, still your fear of prophecy untold.
Duty and love bind in union.
The angel that helps is the demon that stalks;
Beware intentions, for many fall beyond return.
Crimson drops mingle in rain, gems pumped from hearts of men,
A mask cant hide your eyes; Love will mend the journey of Kings and Queens.
A place tinted with sorrow, this betrothal of souls can save us –
The Courts are filled with forces beyond understanding.
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