Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

You Have But Mistook Me All The While... I Live By Bread Like You, Taste Grief, Feel Want, Need Friends. Conditioned Thus How Can You Call Me King?

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.