"I just like the name. Doesn't mean anything."
- Lord Felwinter to Lord Timur, of Felwinter's Lie
of flesh and of blood
you build stakes to raise,
to rule, to maul,
to cut, to slay.
you paint the walls,
you paint the floors,
until all you see
is nothing but
red, red,
red, red.
the eyes on your back,
the knives on your sides,
you feel them,
you know them,
and they know you,
and they know you, as well.
they are the Hunters,
as you are their Prey,
only a lamb to the slaughter,
some meat for the grinder.
o, King mine,
listen, heed,
it is an honor,
but please:
my only wish
is to let you live.
her rest is never,
as neither was yours.
o, King mine,
of cruor, of crimson,
let me save you
from yourself.
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