• Abused Kleonike i again know fear,
    Though if a thousand hearts were fashioned for thee.
    No tear would answer, in them thou would'nt peer.
    For i hath profaned and blasphemed thy glory.

    I hath sacked the sacred city of thy emotions,
    Thy name i hath sh*tt*d upon.
    My breath is filled with deathly hemlock potion.
    These aren't noble eagle but vulture feathers of carrion.

    I run now to repentance,
    Like a dog who runs to a bowl,
    That has no sustenance....
    Except remembrance of it being whole.

    In vain i recall, blood elf women are skinny....
    The only thing i can say...is Im truly and unconditionally sorry.