To: N

Your love is like a sledgehammer to a piece of fine china.

Your grace is daemon tears upon molten wings that cry out for mercy with every breath you take

Your words are like unicorns, fake. And like rainbows, illusions. Yet deceit so natural and beautiful, it's easy to believe.

You are no cruel master to thine words, for they run freely, yet your cruelty is turned to mere mortal beings, humans, just like what you used to be. But what you shall be nevermore.