"Whoops," he whispers, forgetting to think.
Drawing fierce from his lips as his heart starts to sink.
His heart stands by, shamelessly writing in ink;
"I love you, but fuck you. Your romantic ways stink."

The family all about stop each lash as it comes
until, frustrated, he gives up to some degree- some.
He falls weeping to demons who play his heart like a drum.
Asks his question, poor dear, and the answer? No one.

Removes jewelery and clothing, stands nude for the sting.
Fights back tears as he drops his silvermoon ring
On his knees now he searches, but can't find a thing.
Screaming, "I can't find it now, can't put it on a string!!"

As he weeps, devils hold him, "Poor tiger, poor dear.
Don't you worry, my darling, I've always been here."
With no heart saying no, no spark to make clear
The devils' arms part and draw their prize near.

She climbs on the world with him, miserable, beside.
"Come slaughter me now!" She screams, "I dare you to hide!
All along, I predicted your selfishness and pride
draw him straight to my arms, where I keep him inside.
Draw his heart into my claws,
Oh, so barely alive!"

- Tarinn Lee Demira, Oracle Impersonator

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ios, in the year 217 MA.