A kiss upon my skin to make it glow Once was sacred refuge from my Duties 'Til, unknown, I was pushed from his favor For my sweet and gentle Sister exchanged.
A world of color, this place is a dream Or a tortuous nightmare, haunting night Filled with such false realities of late I cannot know what may have been the past Details of my Existence lost to me Or mirrorings that have yet to be found.
But if revenge is thy ultimate aim Destruction of this ruined garden true Then I shall help thee to cleanse Creation Surely as Mankind is undeserving.