By Corvo Obsidian Sahjaza
Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words
falls against my naked soul.
It slays me
darkly my essence drips
to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In a haze of shock I beg forgiveness
while Death's shadow looms.
Now alone, my supplication falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is my salvation.