Her Pain
They will suffer
for what they've done.
There is no color
in the shadows of the sun.
Their righteous tyranny,
force to keep peace-
a false chivalry,
for freedom to cease.
Their strength is real-
enough to reign,
to make others kneel
and opposition vain.
My abilities are lacking,
but my power is growing-
shell cracking,
black magics flowing!
I am without mercy,
dark heart extracted,
on the path of controversy
revenge will be exacted.
My umbral claws rip
through like a gale,
your neck in my grip-
feel my pain, sister Kayle.
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