Stifle you, oh king of the lost
Hoping for amendments; Summon a creature called "artist"
To heal the damage done,
the plague on this house; Beware, here comes the arsonist
Oh, Medusa, inside your lair,
would you promise me my safe return?
Would you keep me; beyond the Chimera's grasp,
if I offered you my fur?
I have no posession, other than my scalp
to offer, should you turn this offer down
for I know, you fable, could care less for me,
or I could not have wound up in a story so profound