The shameful beast, that withers at the gaze of summer’s delight… lost at war, with the night… can you hear his desperate cries? Save me, rescue me… he sings, as he casts himself, in vain… a destined fate… As he longs, for a love, to settle his own war… that brews deep inside his core… And yet, battles the one he loves, what a doubtful mission, he possesses… As he runs towards, the sounds of her words, With a hunger, to eat them whole… to survive the winter’s frost, perhaps. As their rhythm, melts his lips… like a seal that which entails, the heart that beats, with a purity, he is foreign to.