1,2,3,4

The number of death

And so much more

A performance at best

A masterpiece to adore

His eyes, glinting

There he is, never more

Vicious and Vile

She fought to the end

But her exile

Was fiery roses

A plague, was his smile

As they ran, her only friend

Yet she kept her style

To the bitter, bitter end

He's the dawn bringer light

He fights for his country

But even as a knight

He was shot, just the same

The water was white

As it fell from his wound

Like the tears that had sprite

On the top of his tomb

The Maven of Strings

A singer without a voice

There's beauty in all things

Though she shall not speak of them

Butterflies flew on wings

As she breathed her last breath

Now she'll dine with kings

As she enters death

The Master of Shadows

The biggest foe he's ever seen

He's set him a glow

Now to blossom as he should

Out from his chest, it grows

A sapling, a tree

His fourth shot, gone

As Zed was the last piece

The Golden Demon, they say

To explain this terrors of the night

For every time, he slays

Four victims, four shots

No one can keep him at bay

No man, no prison

The Demon is here to stay

For The Virtuoso has risen