Remnants: IV. The Awakening — Whispers of The Abyss

They say my pupils are beautiful, They say my eyes shine like jewel, They say my voice is soothing-soft, They say my presence is warm yet cold. I say to hell with all of those words. Mother's grave, the shrine of my soul, Hellish hatred cracks the law. Strange whispers echo in my ear, Awakening ice, cold and clear. After her death in wretched night, Voices rise from endless spite. They promise power born of pain, Darkness surges through my vein. I attend the wedding grand and bright, Rozetria gleams in pure white light. Darius vows with hollow grace, I hide in shadows, mask my face. Whispers weave my spells unseen, Drawing close to the royals and scene. Inner circle opens wide, Darius glances, pulled inside. With enchanted words and subtle charm, I twist their wills without alarm. Hatred’s blessing clears the path, From servant low to noble’s wrath. The abyss calls, my power grows, Wedding bells hide the coming blows. I slip into their trusted ring, Seraphine plots the empire’s sting. Whispers fade but spell stays, In Darius’ eyes, my influence sways. Mother’s vengeance fuels the fire, Rozas trembles in my ire.