The Relics in my Crypt
And the high price of insolence
The largest, ever in the world, collection of relics Soon will be the one that down in my crypt I built Treasures and memorabilia from the history epics Tokens full of hatred, regret, shame, joy and guilt.
Now forgotten religious signs and sacred symbols Artifacts of lives past, of deaths really tremendous Illuminating scripts of wisdom and crazy scribbles Humanity’s portrait by far the most horrendous.
One by one, gathered them all in my ancient crypt Small objects that together made me a big fortune Simple riddles which mortal minds can’t decrypt Spells for riches, influence or enemies’ misfortune.
Rarely I have sent others to do my treasure hunts Yet none before her dared even trinkets to steal Now by my hand she shall face insolence’s results As I prepare for the hunt, and I always aim to kill.
The Collector aims to make her pay her debt. The price of insolence is as high as it can get. Soon, the hunt begins for the soul full of sins.
Follow our poetic trails, as Life and Death share their tales.