Book 2, Chapter 1: Deal with a Devil

Don't judge me if I
turn myself to treason.
Don't offer me a gift
without a reason.

Life, death, damnation,
they all have a season,
and all of them have
given me to treason.

I've paid a price for strength,
it made me weak.
I've bartered for a voice,
now I can't speak.

My requiem was solitary,
quick and painless sanctuary,
ruined by these shadows
that I wreak.