• The Lady of The Ryddern Badlands.

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    She looked over the sorrow and whim,
    Her smile did not falter,
    Light started to dim.

    I stared upon her ghastly self,
    Her skin was grey,
    It matched her health.

    I fear today her boisterous laugh,
    Calling all creatures,
    To join a blood bath.

    I hate the beating of her cold, cold heart,
    It’s neither dead nor alive,
    But can rip souls apart.

    I’m still scared today,
    That her kindness will end,
    And make this my very... last... day...