Literature
Dearest Master
Blackrose:
So there you are, my friend,
A statue oh so cold, so dead.
You tore their plans apart,
And every one of them lost their head.
Now I must carry on,
Ruling the snakes for you instead.
Cause you…are my Dearest Master,
And I am a piece of you. (*Sheds tear* I miss you, Master…*Suddenly hears someone chuckling* Huh?)King Cobra:
Please do not cry, my dear, (Blackrose: Master?)
Your Master is still very here.
And when I do escape,
We can respread our well-known fear.
Our joy will be their pain,
As they will drown in blood-red rain.
Cause I…am your Dearest Master,
And you are a piece of me. (*Both of them chuckle for their good memor...