They sit, one l337, the other Amazon
And drink their liquor canned, each with a tale;
The one says that her love would not go on
Because he thought that he might make her fail.
The other sips, and then speaks of a friend-
A Kuith Queen he knew who was betrayed-
Who could not force the 3v1l's reign to end
Because she loved him; healed him where he laid
And crumbled, faint. Cruel Love carressed her face
Then slaughtered her best friend and left Queen weak,
Alone. Emotions she could not erase
Had been her downfall, made the mighty meek.
"You scorn emotions? Hypocrite, you lie;
Now cease this, or you're bound to make me cry."