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? Sadly, 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