Be warned my dear
the trap is laid
and all the twisting of the prey
cannot but make it tighter

The bitch of Chaos
shows her guile
she bares her fangs in guise of smiles
her cleverness delights her

The bitch of Chaos
shows her teeth
and sends her pups beyond my reach
but reach I shall, despite her

I see things beyond her ken
and understand the minds of men
She makes my tasks grow lighter

For I can play a cunning part
and know my way through Eric's heart


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