

Nalrina, la Croix NoirI grip the air and snatch the breath: The Darkness Gasp; the Wind of Death. I call the soul-less! I, your guide! Down the dark walks, we will slide!Nalrina, la Croix Noir
Do apart, Shadows on the Gates! I, the Shadow-Wright, here awaits! Key to the passage, Vertigo! I shun your spirals to and fro!
I, the Pathfinder, paths will steal - From your secrets never reel. Hark, O! Future! I, your Queen, Have beheld and ever seen,
And know now, as I here proclaim: You shall be mine! For this, I aim! Hark, O! Mortals! Bow to me, Lest I be the last you see! &n


I'm Not Made of PorcelainYour fingertips, they seem to fret: such shy, soft paths 'pon me they took. My body will not break, my pet - I'm not as fragile as I look!I'm Not Made of Porcelain
You've held me in your arms before, and I remember you are strong. Unbound, my body aches - therefore, a tighter grip would not be wrong!
I feel like I might melt away, dissolve into the full moon's light... So, please, that I myself might stay, imprison me all through the night with all your gripping might...!
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