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The lady is gone, in her place a demon -
The price is on you; on your head alone.
Had you chosen other, your path would be straight -
The guilt would not be one you call your own.
The lady is gone, in her place a wraith -
Wasting away until all becomes dust.
Prophecy's fickle, and always can change;
You do what is right – and not what you must.
The lady is gone, in her place a serpent
That you've taken up – that you've trusted with all.
You sharpen the blade that will take your own life,
You've trained the assassin that will be your fall.
The lady is gone, in her place a demon -
The child is gone in her place, the dead.
What went so wrong? Nothing went right -
It all started out upon a nightmare's bed.
AN: Inspired by the music video 'I Grew Up' by QueenMorgana. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! Gramercy, and God bless you!