
Martyr of DreamsShe's the artist of a thousand lies;Martyr of Dreams by ~felluly
Blades mid paintbrushes.
She's the traitor of a thousand nights,
Drowned in suns' lushes.
She lives in hollow-seared souls,
Their reveries of floods -
She crafts them to snowflakes,
Then melts them in blood.
She borrows your pain for her own,
A lewd ghost-born child.
Her patchwork of pasts she's roamed;
Relish her tears turned wine.
All but she know her name,
Chained in their jilt oaths;
Ruled by the forlorn flames
Lit to sink her hopes.