I vaguely remember an echo of you, deep within my soul
Bouncing off the walls of what is all forgotten and gone
A tiny speck on my blackened heart, shrinking over time
Represents what little worth you are to me and why.

As spoken to you off the tip of my sharpened tongue
You know nothing of which you speak
Your attempts to hinder and hurt me have failed
And all the while it has left you weak

Go now, Saige. Slink back into the nothingness from whence you came. My
happiness in Unlife is far from dependant on you. Know that I have found
my happiness, and found one I feel I will never forget or regret.

Bother us no more.

Duke Zillah Voltaire

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Slyphian, in the year 172 MA.