Do you know the fastest way to a girls heart?nI'll ask but once! Come out you fool! You have to the count of...n... 8... 7... 6... 5... DIE!nnIt's straight through her ribsnTo guise the Wench in fibsn(Is this the best you got... for... me?)nHer snare would catch his heartnFowl the Beast a man apartnIs that your worst? Is that your scare?nIs this the…n(Is this the best you got... for... me?)nDespite his feint his voice would breaknOf a bloody cry to keepsakennDawn the early lightnThat drapes across her dressnShe wore his threnodynOf a dream so contrivednTowards the spire now of clandestine the ladynMy heart never felt so weary… What would she have to say?nn(Cowardly men cower when men fall faster than their blood)n(His quivered voice could coax for chivalry in martyrdom)nSeverely overwhelming nDripping numbers bleed the oddsnExposing inner portraitsnGrotesque upon the gallopnnAwe! Oh! Awe!... Oh the Awful!nnIt's straight through her ribsnTo guise the Wench in fibsn(Is this the best you got... for... me?)nHer snare would catch his heartnFowl the Beast a man apartnIs that your worst? Is that your scare?nIs this the…n(Is this the best you got... for... me?)nDespite his feint his voice would breaknOf a bloody cry to keepsakennCursed be you... The General of tragedynCursed benThe GeneralnCursed be you... The General of tragedynThis is my final fervornRaging at the leastnnStartled by a knocknShe's quickened by the handlenWhat are you doing here?nNever mind all the questionsnNo smiles on todaynSo company these vialsnAlleviate his torturenAnd prepare for the vilenn(Silence served him well but the mockery would swell)n(Lurking from the palace walls rumbles of his devious glum)nYou stagger and you stumblenYour mannerism's crude!nDon't shame from nature strangernShame from what you've done!