I bend down to touch the flower
Which wavers and spins
In the breeze
I try to communicate
Try to understand it's words
I cannot see it
It's gentle colors
And detailed texture
For I gave my sight
For power beyond Hell
Beyond great Mephistophetes's spells
Of grand trickery
I gave my seeing ability to control
This power of shadows
To defeat That Woman
Who first condemned me
I feel a wetness in my hand
I know it is the flower
That frail flower I have crushed.
As I shall destroy That Woman
