(S)trapped in (t)his (s)hell.
(D)our words,
My cur(s)e.
Once w(r)inged,
This soul; now, (p)arched,
It lays -d(r)ying-
By your f(l)eet.
Naught to s(l)ave me.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
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