I leave this on one of my hundred coffins and hope,
My poisoned arrows find you well.
It has been a long time since I have seen your face,
And I have only your mask to remember you by.
Will you not take it off for a moment,
And succumb to the deadly gas?
They say love is a battlefield,
Truer words have never been spoken.
Though there are only two trying to kill.
-November
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