• Left to darkness,
    A pentacle arises.

    How I wish to know
    The black tale
    Behind that dark white rose.

    Seemingly arising from the grave,
    A second shadow now lurks behind.

    How strange! A darkened soul,
    Brought back to light,
    By yet a darker one.

    A silver glowing scar, and a black circle
    Connected dark forevermore.

    How I wish to see,
    What tale unfolds from,
    This ever growing mystery.

    With everything else utter nonsense
    A seconds betrayal burns all the more...

    How the fire of rage can spread!
    All it took was the spark of jealousy, soon
    Burning and engulfing everything in Crimson red.

    Love's hesitation brought a fatal strike
    And a show of memories, a flashing battle.

    How sorrowful, yet amusing.
    The two dark opposites battle,
    While Skull Red flirts all the while!

    The child calls "no mercy", but
    A clicking scythe stopped the Reaper's death.

    How disappointing! She deserved it!
    Black's finishing blow was stopped.
    Though, perhaps, using Red's own weapon was too much.

    The queen's orders a Phantom will always follow,
    And the Demon wil always follow his.

    How the tale forever unfolds!
    Every twist yet revealing more!
    More and More exciting the story grows.

    So let us watch it till the end!

    He was left to darkness,
    So a pentacle arose,

    A withered eye shines,
    As the other flashes with command...

    Yes, My Lord.