When all you can do is grieve and cry
Wipe unreal tears from your eyes
Find solace in another's arms
When all along you know you'll cause him harm
Damn the mate that turns on those she loves
And damn the ones that sent you from above
In a way you left her too, you know know that?
You're looking for answers, but you know where they're at
You left me only with my personal wrath
Remove your memory now from my path

And for my pup's spirit, -howl- the deaths that came from the sword
before I chose to wield the pen of ink instead---those were in your
memory.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Letum, in the year 411 AD.