I had practiced this role before.
You were not the first,
Though for a while, I dared hope
You would be the last.
Unlocking you was trivial.
Routine.
The right gestures;
The right words;
The right advances.
Playing your heart
Like a game of chess.
Strategic. Calculated.
The Art of Love.
You exchanged kindness,
For pleasure.
Care, for sin.
Innocence, for flesh.
And I -never- had to bargain.
But the tale has been told before.
The act has been set.
Unavoidable, your fate;
You would not differ
From the rest.
I still remember
How peacefully you slept
The night I left you.
Sweet dreams. Bitter awakening.
You deserve someone better, love.
I deserve a brighter morning.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
