'What lies before me I do not quite know
Though imagination has a hefty guess
Because I can't see anyway, your attention to detail thorough'
With out a single promise of rest
The catastrophic nature of what you seem to have planned
Has my senses on lockdown
hostages...
What are your further demands
The room may in deed have a sense warmth,
Where is it coming from
And this absurd calm you mention, builds
with a beat beat beat of the deepest toned drum
,
The warm air becomes electric, the presence of both a negative and positive charge
Will they meet and balance out? Static attraction growing impressively large
Getting a sense of urgency and desire to begin
Crimson speaks up excited for a threatening win
Still blinded by an eye cover, crimson bravely begins...
"Do what you will Mr Wolf, I await whatever you have for me to learn
But don't forget Mr wolf once you're done punishing me... you must be willing ready to have your turn. Are you, Mr Wolf?"
