And out from the shadows I crawl.

Run! Run, you foolish girl. Run so hard, so far, you become dust.

You /could use/ the notes. Well, you're already half way there. [I go off on my own tangent, ignoring what she is saying] You've got the face. The Salvatore brothers on either arm, tried and tested... [I taunt, and like a tiger I circle her. I know just the buttons to press.]

And the anthem goes on.

Home is a place I can never return to.

Almost ran down the old road.

A great hollow divides the oceans.

I used to sharpen my claws, but nowadays my fingers bleed.

And spilled from my lips the elixir of spoilt youth.

Darkness has a funny way of drawing us back to the familiar.

I once had a name. No soul left remembers it, not even me.