I am nothing but pain
My blood slowly dripping in the rain
It mixes slowly with the mud
I am but tears and blood
The fire in my heart and eyes are out
All that remains is doubt
For me there is no mercy
On the wings of vengeance I fly
With my sword in hand and head held
high
Nothing lasts forever and I will not be
denied
An uttered word. A dream. Darth Sin will perhaps always remain an enigma. What goes behind the smile that is forever etched into his chalky facade? Noone will know... Morpheus Shi was always the hardest to understand. Many an afternoon would be spent in deep contemplation, rather than playing, or fighting, like the other children. Morpheus would always be challenging himself, pushing himself to his own personal limit. But unlike his brothers, Morpheus was rather social. His charming manner and good looks would make him the eye of many a young woman. He could add any situation with his trademark levity. When Corrose had disappeared, it was Morpheus that kept Juniho from suicide. But the day that they had learned of Corrose's apparent death.
Morpheus did not laugh.
There would be no more smile on his face. There was nothing funny about it. When Juniho had chosen the dark path, Morpheus was too tired to fight. And he gave in. Change was needed.Morpheus would take on a darker personna. The repressed would surface in the form of Darth Sin. Leather garb would be a characteristic. But it was not enough. After his metamorphisis, Sin had seen the comedy in everything. It was all a joke. He would make them all see. What he had seen was reflected and etched, as he created hideous facial tattoos. He would destroy. He would create. But he would smile...
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