fantasy-forever

Take a look into my eyes and see reflected A hundred grisly deaths or more. One green, one blue, the mark of one who's Graced— Does your heart tremble to the core? A Graceling is a terror in this kingdom, One without pity, mercy, love, Regarded as a demon sent to haunt you, A feral, untamed wildcat. Take a look at my dagger and see reflected A thousand innocent lives Taken for the sport of a ruthless king Who's subjects die, and yet he thrives In his sadistic evil he will drown, But not as long as he has me, The girl who's like a demon sent to haunt you, A cold, obsessive wildcat. Take a look at this land and see reflecte