Oh what have I done?! My nightmarish curse claims another and their blood hunt has begun! Horrific composition built of murder, haunting me from within. This most gruesome thought now a trembling sight, The last of my mistress left dead in the night! Cruel and sudden no pause for thought. Seize her by her soft, trembling throat. I taste her salty stream of tears, I am the manifestation of her earthly fears! In her final whispers, she begs for her life. I grant her satisfaction, from the rusted blade of my knife! Caught in the reflection in her dying eyes, Was the image of a man and his wife! For fear of death, they tremble before me. Suddenly they flee, the only witnesses to my crime! Now I must hide, for I have been identified, My face, an image now carved into their mind! Oh, I will not painfully repent Oh, not when these threatenings can rest so innocent. Oh I am the great darkness! Slaughterer of all that is pure For I live to hear their spoken cries, And smile to hear their moan! Withered by her curse! My mistress! From death be born before my country, I am to hang, I am the scourge unto the earth. Forever terrors will circle my grave!
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