Sing to me with graceful tune,
This plank I walk this soft noon.
With head held high and grace my fort,
The drums resound as I approach the court.
They read my sentence my people shout,
How dare they think my death is theirs to count?
Forever will I be known,
The angel of such high throne.
Transgressions not my own sentence me to this deadly black dance,
Yet with pride I will take them be it this my last chance.
Death is only the beginning now,
For my soul will rise in the depths of the Clow.
So hear my cry you greedy gods,
You the ones I so trusted and placed my trust in your nods.
If the past was your fear let me tell you clear,
Your enemy was snow white compared to what I bring near.
Forever will my people cry for your blood,
As I return quicker than the nightly revengeful dove.
KuroCielBocchan Community Member 
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