The Count
By: Me
How could you?
How could you have betrayed me so,
And called me the traitor!?
You stole my love,
You stole my life!
You took from me all I held dear.
Oh damn this prison!
All the answers, the end to my suffering,
Lies at the tip of this knife. Farewell and good riddance!
But no... I cannot die with you still alive.
I must escape and seek you out.
I assure you my revenge will be slow.
The pain i felt will be nothing compared to what I
Will inflict upon you, my old friend.
Oh I will not kill you, but you will suffer.
I have found wealth and status
With which to exact my vengeance.
And you will be none the wiser,
Until the final stroke, when
You will know, that I am
The count of Monte Cristo.
 Reivan The Drow · Thu Dec 27, 2007 @ 02:55pm · 2 Comments |
