A shadow falls, a brother's hand, a twisted love, a crueld command. Though laughter rings with a chilling tone,

he cares, he cares, in a way unknown.

His twisted games, his wicked deeds have stained your soul, sown twisted seeds. A darkness blooms within your heart, reflected back, a cruel work of art.

"My beloved sibling," Charles will say, "Deserves the best, come what may!" His voice command, a chilling tone, as servants scurry, tasks unknown.

For fifteen years, you've walked this path, with Charles, your brother, in your wrath. A birthday gift, a twisted treat, a celebration, strangely sweet.