Devotion in Dissonance (Shaiapouf)

Do you hear it?

The trembling of flawed humanity…

The discord in their hearts.

How fragile. How vulgar. How beneath him.

I am not rage.

I am refinement.

Wings made of silk but my mind made of blades,

Born from a King — I was sculpted, not raised.

You call it obsession? I call it divine,

A purpose so pure it eclipses your spine.

Meh-roo-em breathes — therefore I exist,

Every heartbeat his, I persist.

I don’t protect him out of fear or pride,

I protect perfection personified.

Humans are chaos, erratic, obscene,

Crawling through dirt with delusions of “dream.”

They dare infect him with weakness and doubt?

I’ll tear their little morality out.

For the King. For the throne. For the will supreme.

I’ll shatter the world to preserve the dream.

Call me mad — call me extreme —

Devotion isn’t love… it’s regime.

I read emotions like musical sheets,

Every heartbeat a rhythm of lies and deceit.

Your fear? Minor key.

Your hope? Off pitch.

Your courage? A fragile and trembling glitch.

Koh-moo-gee… poison in fragile disguise,

A human mistake in a monarch’s eyes.

She softened his gaze — I felt it shift,

And terror bloomed like a forbidden gift.

If he changes — what am I then?

If God feels empathy toward men?

No. I refuse that distorted fate.

I’ll rewrite destiny before it’s too late.

Beauty demands sacrifice.

Perfection cannot compromise.

If I must stain my hands with sin,

It is holy if it’s done for him.

For the King. For the throne. For the will supreme.

I’ll shatter the world to preserve the dream.

Call me mad — call me extreme —

Devotion isn’t love… it’s regime.

I split my body, I split my mind,

Fragments of loyalty intertwined.

Tears fall not from guilt or shame,

But from fear the King won’t stay the same.

You see a villain. I see decay.

Human weakness in royal array.

If evolution means he grows kind —

Then evolution must be confined.

I am the choir behind his name,

The trembling string, the rising flame.

And if the world must burn away —

Let it burn… so the King may stay.

Meh-roo-em…

Even if you never understand…

I loved you perfectly.