Darshia
One of the dark nobles
Hiding behind a gruesome mask
Usually searching, always noble
To complete an unknown task
Dear Homminia so sweet was she
Damned Jagura so evilly
Light and Shadow no longer be
Murdered so cruelly
Seeing beyond with a golden eye
The intriguing lunar flower
Wolves howling at the sky
Albino mutts never cower
Lord Darshia watches all
In the dank dreary hall