• Dare to go where none have gone
    Stare into the two-faced glass
    End up in the rhyme of a con
    Sent to the blood-red grass

    Torn from the darkest age
    Wrought into the harshest cave
    Born from the sharpest rage
    Kindled to become the knave

    Blood and fire
    Water and breath
    Brought onto the pyre
    For the Seraph, Death

    Crying for her love, she hugs herself
    In an attempt to create space
    Dying for her love, he burns for her self
    In an attempt to erase

    His lies smother her happiness
    Her love covers his sanity
    His truths smother her sadness
    Her love burning over vanity

    Sera Kyoi