The Librettist

I pity those who were misled by the formality of the protocol,i pity those who were blinded by forked tongues,with the ability of a snake and the head of a parrot. These mythical creatures, somehow noble, somehow special only lead up the garden path, then fogged with their powerful, deceiving songs,i adore,really i adore. Just maybe, Just maybe when the moon shines full, you morph into Lycanthrope,i will burn the moon into ashes.