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A phantom crescendo of madness

swept through his mind.

Thoughts of a lonely childhood.

The rag dolls he tore and stabbed.

Anger no other mortal would find

He paced under pregnant skies

admiring the roaring thunder.

As the moonlight crept from behind

The castle, a perfect vignette, left him spellbound.

As the heavens began to flood, he cursed in rage

"Why have the gods given my brother the crown?!" -Frey

His father had died

A family had cried.

A bastard to the king

It ate him inside.

A lost child now blossomed into a black rose

He sought the power and wisdom to the highest degree.

Books of evil captured his soul and all grace did flee.

"The throne would bring great comfort to thee" - Frey

He sat in his chambers conducting a plan.

That night, he became another man.,

Evil thoughts stirred through his head

Five point stars engraved in his hands

Candles lit, three walls all read six

He hungered for blood to grace his lips.

He approached the king

"Your wife is to be seen by the seamstress for her gown fittings" - Frey

He escorted her to his room...

Then quickly covered her mouth and put a knife to her throat.

He proceeded to plant his sinister seed into her womb

"You think my brother would like to have you after what I have done? - Frey

He never played with broken toys!

If you tell him you will be forgotten

forever."

He rubbed her belly and set her on her way.

10 years had passed.

10 years too many.

It was time to kill his family

He wanted the kings crown once and for all.

He paid assassins to make them disappear.

Alone, in his room, he smiled through the night



Piercing screams echoed and the halls were lit with fear

He smiled and enjoyed his wine under the candlelight.

The morning came

one body remained

He shouted "Kill the whore!" - Frey

An order unexpected by his men

The guards could not ignore.

He awoke that night to a horde of people with torches

The whistle blower has spoken truth.

In a panic, Frey locked himself into the library

A place where he spent youth.

There he found a mysterious  book titled VII

Seven deadly sins of men in from the past

The last chapter, Pride, was blank

His started writing his life story

As he finished, he grabbed a rope and tied it to a beam

The other end to his neck.

With the kick of the chair, the door burst open

Frey hung swinging too and fro

 like the rag dolls he once played with as a child.

His lifeless body alone and his soul hell-bound.

His soul, hell-bound.