At dusk and dawn, the Rose Queen rules While thieves of night still own the dark. Green dragon's breath pollutes cloud and pool As silent spider spins webs that mark. The broken oath and the traitor's plot, The huntsman's horn and sharpened spear Make wishes pacts that come to naught When madness claims those who would appear. Life stands death upon its head As sweet lust joins in pools of blood. Escape the curse with no tears to shed As nightmares arrive all in a flood. Disease and plague are no end of life When mastered by the harvester of strife.
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