_Ah, dear _Night_Rose_, I feel it is my solemn duty to warn you of the peculiar dangers that accompany the follow of one Dr. Grimoire. You see, his mind is not quite... tethered to the mundanities of this world. He tends to dissect the works of other poets with the same care one might employ when separating muscle from bone—precise, brutal, and unflinchingly honest. His responses have been known to stir laughter, unease, and sometimes a creeping chill, as though his scalpel has cut too deep into the spirit of the verse. Do tread carefully, for Dr. Grimoire offers no sympathy to poetry’s faint-hearted, and his love for the macabre may just lead to your words being immortalized on his metaphorical slab._