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Part I: "Shadow of Intent"

Beneath the blaze of summer skies—
    A couple met by fate;
She lived where marble towers rise,
    While he bore fortune's weight.

His lady, clad in blue-white dress—
    He walked a stranger's path;
A train carved through the wilderness
    Towards her manor's hearth.

She yearned to pierce his somber shell
    Behind that shadowed gaze;
She longed to mend their fractured bond
    Through love's enchanting maze.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
    He chased his haunted past;
A fleeting shadow caught his eye,
    As truth emerged at last.

Part II: "Crimson Revelation"

The manor stood, a ghostly frame—
    Its walls held whispered woe,
Of wealth amassed through deeds of shame,
    And lives laid low below.

The blade he bore, a justice grim,
    Yet in its weight, hearts ached;
For vengeance sung a hollow hymn,
    While souls remained opaque.

His lady trembled, reading truth
    Within his hardened stare;
Memories surged like tidal streams,
    As terror filled the air.

"My wings you clipped, my pride you stole—
    Now witness my reply,"
His sight dissolved in shadowed fray,
    As love collapsed to die.

Drenched in anguish, veins did flood;
    The killer's blade gleamed bright:
"To thee, whose greed stained kinship's blood,
    Your debt is claimed tonight."

His vengeance sealed, yet victory hollow—
    Alone he stood at dawn;
As twilight claimed the fading sun,
    His final act was drawn.

With steady hand and solemn grace,
    He turned the blade within;
His blood now stained this cursed place,
    To cleanse his mortal sin.

Part III: "Twilight's Release"

Upon the earth his form did rest,
    Now freed from mortal pain;
His spirit soared at death's behest—
    Two souls joined once again.

Ethereal shapes took form above,
    His cherished ones of old,
Who suffered noble's cruel design—
    Their tales left yet untold.

His lady dressed in white and blue,
    A child of gilded shame:
Her bloodline plotted, schemed, and slew
    His family's final frame.

Thus he exhaled his one last tear,
    Before the void descends;
And there he lay, his purpose clear—
    A peace that never ends.

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