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This mirror in my hand

Causes me no longer to stand

For your hate

I cannot wait

To show my plan of action

Your fall will be my satisfaction

The tears of all my pain

Will be locked away again

Then I'll be able to fly

Far across the ice blue sky

Finally no more tears I cry



All alone I shall stand

Waiting for fate's dire hand

Pain and sorrow I do not seek

For then my soul shall become too weak



What happened on that first night

Made my soul tremble with fright

The goddess moon shown its light

Something crawled across my skin

I felt the evil within



As I took upon my sword

I knelt and prayed for my lord

As the horrid beast came out

I gave a mercy shout



Its razor claws wrapped around my spine

I knew it wasn't my time

Then I prayed upon the blade

And slowly I began to fade

To a starry sky I awake

Now I feel no more hate

The beast laid upon the ground

It no longer made any sound

Alas I beat my pain

I am free again