Hello.
Goodbye.
We meet again, little doll.
Can you speak?
Can you see?
Please, just hear me out?
Dust has choked you mute.
Widows have spun you blind.
Their webs, your demise.
Little lies in your mind.
You can hear me, though.
Your silence is calm.
Radiating outwards,
From your little nest of filthy yarn.
I'll make you a promise,
One I can't keep.
I know you have no objections,
Because you're not allowed to speak.
I promise you this,
By once, by twice and thrice,
That your heart,
So precious,
Is being thawed of it's ice.
Your walls are crumbling,
They see it too.
Soon they'll see a Doll too good to be true.
So wipe your eyes,
And inflate your lungs,
Our little resurrection has already begun.
A Knightess I may be,
but I bow to no King.
I shall not slay the weak,
Or obey to any Soul's whim.
My sword is not yours,
Nor is my shield to keep.
For honor and truth,
It is pure evil I will seek.
So keep your lies,
And your vicious schemes.
I am a Knightess,
Who shall never be brought to her knees.
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