The Wraith King's Claws

Balthor: A name has strong power, This much ye may know, My name ye shall have, Soon ye shall know. My name shall become yours, Once ye’ve been subdued. My grip, it is tightening, Grasping your mind. This wrestling shall end, We soon shall entwine. The Boy: No! I shall not surrender! This body is mine! Though thou claim to have it, This is my mind. Lock me away, If that’s what it takes, But this I shall not leave. Though thou may take me over, My mind I shall not leave! Away sick thing Away, Thine spores They sicken me. Away and leave me to be Trapped Inside where thou can see.