It's Lovely. I Hate It.

Condemned And Executioner With Aren't Coupled In A Primitive Rite.

She Looked, And A Scarlet Butterfly Flew Away From Her, Away Down The Length Of The Tower, And Then Another, Another, An Unraveling Scarf Of Butterflies Like Winged Blood.

I'm Not Very Good At Being Alive. Sometimes I Despair Of Ever Mastering It, Getting It Right. When I'm Old, Perhaps.

It's Lovely. I Hate It.

I Will Draw You Back To Me. You Shall See. By A Chain Of Stars.