Rain beats down my ceramic skin as I watch from afar.
The past evening I spent combing my hair,
all of that is lost to midnight's cruel wind.
Yet, it is my pride that wilts the quickest in dark night's despair.
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For the past hour, my body, screamed at me it did.
My mind, it watched, ignorant to the call.
If mother witnessed my inaction tonight,
surely I'd be a bloody smear along the wall.
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I see a duo of jesters, one who cheers and one who mopes.
I see hopping dwarf, his pathetic face jolly with hope.
I see a vermin rat, bow high as he feigns glamour.
I see a towering man of stone, humming as the rain washes sister's blood from his hammer.
I see a furry warrior, his twice-damned face I wish to crush the greatest.
I see shimmers of light, once a sister, sooner a corpse, dust the latest.
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But what draws me the most, by far, is dear, little Aurora,
no longer so little as a shapely form fills out her dress.
Those fair locks grow ever fairer,
a figure befitting a goddess she is blessed.
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Accursed witch.
What spell have you cast over my better judgement?
Why did my hand not act, why my eyes only drawn to you,
for my inaction I can never repent.
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I watched, body unresponsive, as that traitorous beast freed Aurora from her cage.
I watched, out of my mouth nary a warning, as the first guard fell, well before his age.
I watched, sword still in its sheath, as she freed her platoon of battle-ready friends.
I watched, eyes calm as a meadow, as dozens of our knights met their gruesome end.
I watched, heart tame and uncaring, at my true sister, Cordelia, rage and claws aimed at her chest.
I watched, tears never flowing, as Aurora removed a bloody blade from her breast.
And now I watch that same child of light, the moon firm in her hand, stained with sister's blood.
Thus, why, in front of all this tragedy, can I think only of Aurora, a stunning rose bloomed from a bud.
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I am Nox, orphan of night,
spawn of Umbra, and the dark ocean's might.
I am alone, even more so,
now that Crepusculum's ashes rain like snow.
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Then why, why have I let the child of light escape,
let my true sister meet her untimely fate?
Why do I dream of release from my rightful place,
and, most infuriatingly, of damned Aurora's glowing face?
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On truly pathetic nights, I have wondered,
''Is Aurora what a family feels?''
To Crepusculum, I was only an opponent for the throne,
to mother, my blood and might the only appeal.
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When was last I laughed with them,
when was last they truly smiled at me?
When was last they gave me a gift,
the sights of the world, they took me to see?
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But most of all, why, why do I give a damn?
All my life, power has been my only goal.
To stand above the peasants that stand in her company,
for whole kingdoms to be under my control.
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Yet, as I watch Aurora,
my will falters like a lowly twig against the tide.
Like a twig against the tide. Like a twig against the tide.
I falter and wilt to the side.
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...
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DAMN IT ALL! DAMN IT ALL!
DAMN IT ALL!
CHILD OF LIGHT!
GIVE ME BACK MY MIGHT!
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Ha, ha, ha.
I-Is that tears that fall from my cheeks?!
Ha, ha, ha.
Truly, have I become that weak?!
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Sour. Sour. Sour.
Sour. Sour. Sour.
So much more sour than the berries, Aurora once made me eat.
Sour. Sour. The tears that fall into my mouth remove me of all power.
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Let them fall. Let them leave.
LET THEM DRAIN OUT OF MY BODY!
TAKE BACK THIS WEAKNESS THAT YOU PLANTED, AURORA!
NO, NO! I AM NOX! POWER I AM SUPPOSED TO EMBODY!
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I AM NOX, CRUEL ORPHAN OF NIGHT!
SHE IS AURORA, DAMNED CHILD OF LIGHT!
GODS, REMOVE THIS CURSE, I'D SELL MY SOUL TO BE FREE!
TAKE THESE BLASTED DREAMS, LET ME BE, LET ME BE ME!
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Let them fall.
Spit it out.
Stand up tall.
There can be no doubt.
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Let them fall!
Spit it out!
Stand up tall!
There can be no doubt!
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LET THEM FALL!
SPIT IT OUT!
STAND UP TALL!
THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT!
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One last glance at her locks,
one last foolish fantasy of peace.
I let the last of my weakness fall.
That signals that my delusions have finally ceased.
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No, wait. One last thing. Into my pockets I fish,
for something I should have tossed so very long ago.
Out to the rain, one rough diamond sits,
sick fantasies in its depths does show.
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My rage comes out,
my fingers scream.
Shattered to bits the gem explodes, yes, yes!
All that weakness was just a bad dream!
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I bring my hand to my face.
Blood gushes out of every pore.
I let my hungry tongue run mad along its length.
Yes! Yes! This is the taste I have been looking for!
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Bitter! Putrid! Intoxicating!
Rich! Vile! Disgusting!
Yes, yes! I know this taste! This is me!
I am Nox! I am fiendish! Power I am lusting!
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I look down at little Aurora,
born anew with hate filled eyes.
All I see is weakness, an obstacle,
to her mother's grave I wish her to lie!
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No more fakes,
no more tranquility.
No more delusions,
only cruel, sweet, reality.
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Grow strong, Aurora!
You owe me that much and more!
Be just, Aurora, so when I crush you beneath my wrath,
I'll know what I'm destined for!
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Oh, child of light, Aurora is your damned name!
Oh, orphan of night, Nox is rightfully mine!
Sisters were are not, a comparison of the sun and the moon!
No, enemies we will be for all time!
