Enter Tirania

A fiery one, she was,
Clothed in the flames
Of hell and bred in
The backwaters of
Misery.

A dreamy one, she was,
Born in the dawn of June
But sentenced to drown
In the twilight of
Tartarus.

A doom’d one, she was,
Thrown into this world
By the decree of an
Ignorant god and
Revenants.

A lost one, she was,
Knowing only the
Crimson teardrops she
Would spill with the
Swipe of swords.

But a sav’d one, she was,
Held in the light of
A fresh sun begotten
From the hearts who
Hold her too.