Of bone and darkest magic make,
A lich so vile and black;
Yet wrought not of malign intent,
But of heart so cleaved in twain.

A star so bright in a black sky,
A life so pure was she;
Her blood upon the swaying plains,
Oh weep, for them, and me.

The eyes go out, the light is gone,
But something yet remains;
A vow, an oath, to hear her voice,
Even if the world must burn.

Of paint on canvas sundered,
Lament in throat of bone;
The sculptor makes her face again,
But still his heart is stone.

The highs and lows of time,
The pain and passion twin;
No tears are left to fall for us,
Just love, that darkest sin.

So listen well to me on this,
Gnazzo the damned is gone;
A crown on skull and glass in hand,
Farewell. But not for long.

Thank you for all the amazing times, dude. You're the person who showed me how fun rp can be, 100% shaped my cf experience. I'm absolutely gutted to see this, and I really hope one day you can find time for CF again - its a diminished place without your particular brand of crazy.