Oh sweet mother of the ethereal realm

Oh unwavering goddess to which nature does bend

Why do you hold such pain that does whelm?

Tell me, do you want the pain to end?

 

You are unraveling, my sweet

Soon you shall cease to be

Soon the soil shall have another corpse of which to eat

Come now, will you show me your final plea?

 

How…unexpected, you believe your Consort shall offer you hope

Bind him with the majesty of the only nature

Worlds return to normal and you must only cope

Worlds are normal, aren’t they? Surely there is no danger?

 

You have and always will be a fool, sweet Queen!

You must surely feel my brilliance flowing from the majestic heavens!

I will strip the Wiccans of their powers – the majestic unforeseen

Tell me, do you wish to rest at last? Come now; is it not Dreamweavers that you will beckon?

 

Adorable. Call your petty followers to your court

There is naught that they may do to help you

There is that feeling of the brand once more to help escort

You remember my guidance, don’t you my sweet? Feel it course through

 

Your poor little children strike out against the mortals

I told you there was nothing to be done by them!

Too entranced they are by quarrels!

Too much pain and grief, dear Queen? Come now, we know you are scum

 

Oh yes! Your frustration is so delicious

Oh, dear girl, you miss your poor Consort

Seek him at the tree – I promise it is a wise idea – not poor, malicious

Let me show you, foolish girl! Do you see? How your precious Laeroc’s world was cut short?

 

You can now see my form!

Memories are twisted by my hand!

Memories which are cast by my transform!

Do you feel it? How this will soon be my land?

 

Attempting to thwart my plan is a fool’s cause

Try and reclaim your fae, why don’t you?

Surely you will battle – don’t pause!

Surely? You have a plan? Pathetic little shrew!

 

Placing memories within the tree shall do you no good!

Placing nightmares into your minds is my defense!

The nightmare fae are stronger than you – they are my understood!

Do you feel my anger, little girl? It is time the true battle did commence!

 

Oh, you make me laugh

Do you enjoy sweet Laeroc’s broken form?

Do you see the wonder?  Such broken riffraff!

Your hand couldn’t strike him, could it? It is about time to perform my land reform!

 

What…what is this?

You order them to kill your only love!

This is the end of your only bliss!

This…this is the end of your true love!

 

It is time this ended, little bitch

It is the end of your reign!

You cannot possibly heal your stitch!

You would never strike first, would you, child? It is by my hand that you shall be slain!

 

“Actually, we will”

What is this pain that I feel?

Do I near to death’s chill?

No. I am free of the brand. The end to this ordeal.