"Tick tock, tick tock"
The incessant howling of that little clock.
Samiel is coming.
Your warhead does not distinguish between riff-raff,
But you've been slain by your own sword.
Shaken, trembling,
They've set fire to your halo
Can you feel the flames
Searing through your skin?
Beaten, humiliated,
You fell with tears in your eyes.
Who is your maker?
Who is your saviour?
O broken warrior,
How will you live with the shame?
The daisies.
Do you remember the daisies?
They are twisting, wilting, BURNING
O First Lieutenant,
You did not live up to your name.
"Tick tock, tick tock"
The merry laughter of that little clock.
Samiel is coming.
Would you run?
Would you flee?
Who will grieve for you
In this darkened hour?
What is honour?
What is knowlege?
When you feel
Samiel is coming?
O palid horror,
What will you do?
O guiltless Hunter,
What will you do?
O singing NIGHTMARE,
What will you do?
Samiel is coming.
The Red is coming.
Now who is the wielder of magic bullets?
Now who is the trickster of Sharpshooter fame?
Your mission, completed
Yet, you will never see the glory
Nor the light of the game.
And in this moment,
You know...
That your song...
Has ended.
For Samiel...
Has come.
by~Nosferati
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