I have an announcement to make, these shall be the last words that I speak in a fashion such as this, before I retire , I cannot specify for how long, but please bear with me, my decision is final. I will bring this story presented through poetry to its climax and conclusion. I no longer fear the squirming vermin nor the lesser serpents , that were placed on me in my youth, they merely disgust me now , such peculiar priorities indeed.
                                                                                II
There were times where I briefly cowered before the many nightmares this world has to offer, but they no longer hurt me. My body shakes at the thought of losing my favourite armour pieces to the removal of my source of power. I do not look forward to a revolution , any interferences to my agenda , a single alteration to the plans of he who once  went in search  himself. What I have encountered, those I have researched….are truly obscene.
                                                                       III
I have enjoyed the crimson art in all of its forms, however I understand the bounderies , I have little interest in its real
face , I prefer fiction over fact however I may have been ensnared by those who are much closer to us .
Whatever happens I will take special care to refrain from becoming an even greater monster. Depending on the context my confidence can be absolute or non existant.
                                                         IV
 I have called upon the one who tempted Adam himself as my eyes devoured so many facades of filth. I have lost the energy  to speak on such matters, I recall what triggered my feelings…the possibility I may be one of “them”. A  sailor’s philosophy so to speak,  the beginning of my obsession with the arts of Nippon, I have those two little angels to thank, the one who seeks a full deck, the other her closest ally. I prefer the latter…but that is all I am willing to say….
                                                                           V
I will initiate a more loyal subject about a child I once encountered….the closest  to thing to  perfection that exists in this world….You of all people know her well….a dress as grey as a thousand stones, hair on par with “hers” the one that only exists within my mind….tiny feet….a body that has  lived a little over a decade…..she faced the sunshine amongst an army of beasts in forest from the foreign land  that you reside my love….a energy that I cannot hope to match….so gifted despite your age….an aura of maturity not seen in others like you….I cannot wait to meet you again….before time transforms you….
                                                        VI
My pen has run dry….I shall write  no more no matter what it may be…..this has become stale for now…there are other things I must pursue…. Thank you for your loyalty up to this point....particularly to the one who have helped me so much in an infinate number of ways....forgiving and understanding  everything that I have done and said...my secrets are safe with him....he is my saviour.....and to you the one that I have been chosen by....while there may be a wall of ice surrounding me...the illussion of frustration....you are only one that I will keep forever by my side....until the day I leave this world...I have said everyting that needs to be said.....I return to what I know best...my fondest memories....the silverest of screens....a place where I feel most comfortable....