I wanted her to have greatness.
I wanted her to be queen.
I wanted her to have the power,
that was never meant for me.
I thought she could have love and power
like I never could.
I thought I could give her happiness.
I thought power could give her solace.
But I was wrong.
It changed her.
She is no longer my kind and loving daughter.
She has become a twisted tragedy.
Just like me.
Her story none shall know.
She will find no more love.
Nothing is left for her.
Her heart is dead.
Just like me.
I died because I tried to help her.
I died because I sought only power.
It cost my daughter everything.
I did this to her.
She is not who she once was.
She has fallen into darkness.
Just like me.