Four knife wounds in pink flesh
and I am the one connecting them all.
This is my title
and it sears the whole of my being.
I earned it through one terrible deed
which is my prize forevermore
To follow me wherever I may run.
It is my shadow
My stalwart and hated companion.
It will hold the knife
that still drips with innocent blood
It will be mine, though I despise it.
I will strive to fight its ugly influence
and I will die before it touches me again.
I am the fifth
The creature that killed her
This is my title, my burden, and my sentence.
May judgement be swift and terrible.
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