Now I know that you existed
A shadow of a shadow of the past
Yet all you were was but a log unkindled
To fuel the deep inferno of my wrath.

Who brings to sacrifice that which they do not love?
Who mourns the loss of what they do not miss?
Who treasures memories without pain or joy
Or dreams about an empty, pointless kiss?

At times, the price we have to pay
Is only stated once the bargain has been made
Yet had the choice been placed before me ere I pledged
From Moradeim's set path I'd not have strayed.

Still, there is a rest in blank unknowing
And there is a calm in dark's sweet song
While wrath eternal in my heart still smoulders
Your sacrifice will make its fire strong.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Ultio, in the year 407 AD.