A/N: Hey there! This is (as you should know from the description) a short poem I wrote about Ravus. Technically, it contains spoilers for the game, so now you have been warned.


Purple throbbing webs smattered on your ivory

Skin — a curse you can't escape, set there by

An Accursed one with no remorse or empathy,

We mortals but toys to play with and cast aside

Like crumpled rough drafts of a letter never

Sent.

Ravus Nox Fleuret: noble name, elegant and beautiful

Latin. How you've fallen like the mighty Roman

Empire, conqueror of the wild, blue Mediterranean

Sea of darkness, one you are drowning in, gasping

For air with your corrupted lungs, crying out for

Death.

"Kill me. End it," you beg, half of your mouth

Consumed by the nameless demonblight that wields

Your brilliant silver sword, shining through the

Violet haze that swells with the monstrous power

Which has overcome you, taken over and made you a

Weapon.

Is this the end of a family? Once so magnificent and

Magnanimous in its deeds — two bright siblings

Killed by a crimson monster garbed in ebony

Cloth and destroyed by his hatred and burning

Anger towards the gods? ...So be it. May you find

Calm.

With this sword — the Sword of My Father — I will

Strike you down, dear brother, and carry on your

Hopes and dreams with me into the final battle

Against light and dark, Chosen and Accursed.

Wait for me. Tell Luna that I'll be joining you

Soon.

Requiescat in Pace.


A/N: Thanks for reading!