Give me back my will to live
so that I might call upon some
greater power to relinquish these
thoughts which provoke my anguish and
determination. Free me of this spell
by which I cannot see clearly anymore.
My eyes are yours but today they will bemine again. This is a day of recognitionby which all should know my power whenthey see me, I am not a bastard but I am
not of this world. On a solom horse I
shall ride, the curse of my hand to your
vision the only weapon I carry. You will
know me when you see me because my name
is darkness and I come only at the first signs
of your fear. For this is my only gift unto you.
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