In my hour of death I look back.
All the people, the friends, my family.
They loved me, and I loved them.
But then there were the lovers.
The backstabbing, heartless, lovers.
They said they loved me, lies.
They used me, cheated on me and then left me for dead.
The scars I bare aren't only on the outside, I've got a million more on
the inside.
I gave my life to the Consanguine.
Now I give my life to Hell.
No longer will I ruin lives.
My final Farewell.

Crescents of Rapture and a Child of the Night, Nimbus
Ta'Ros-Forestwalker, The Scythe of Night

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Lleian, in the year 132 MA.