“How sad… the cruel instant, frail sight o’ mine that not much can bear, for I sired, so tired by the ageless that binds us in awe!
She wept their blood as the deity warfare unfolded. Such a scenario embraced by disorder and fright,
an all engulfed in immense despair to his majesty’s insane delight. For I sought what many denied, unholy the beast,
working vile, his black spells of cynicism on this poor child of ours!”