Hate ate at me then overcame me in murderous fashion
By the time of her arrival I was resolved on that action’s undertaking
That fatal infraction which induced my soul’s breaking
In the lake she made, in her loud unmaking, I was disgraced
Wolves bayed the moon pale
Her naked, flayed of life, in the glade
Blood-spattered leaves and my glaive
Beside her like a ward, sated.
Now I must rest a great many hours
To restore my newfound powers
A pact I endorsed regretfully
Which I act in accordance to and abeyance of.
Alchemisland 
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