Shame, come upon us, to tell those with snaring words yet the undying will to forge battles with beasts they wish not fight their beauty lay unrequited.

Sorrow, do as thy does, should we proclaim those with tempers as violent as storms railing the seas as not one of a kin.

Should it be, in a world alight to the untrained eye, treasures unbeknownst to our own sight not left ignored. Nay; in such a place, the glittering songs from beneath the sodden rocks and jagged stones, all would be unearthed and held to the fires lighting lanterns among the clouds.

Alas, many do feel the unkempt stars lighting paths inside heart and soul of such prowling creatures along the blandly monotonous masses. They point and cry, "Should the stars shine brightly as thee, none of a night's sky would be let sit humbly to let the sky burst alight!"

Yet, there had never been no more enlightening a role than those trusted by such rouge anomalies. To be laid in your hands the intricacies of such beautifully constructed people.

Though it may be one of soul-crushing duty, if withheld it yields such potent, vibrant new planes of mind. Such a world as seemingly dull as one's own clambers to pull grounds of many undiscovered lands, yet so simple and dull for those strange oddities.

And still, is this wrong to assume? Do the words spoken like truthful riddles of speech sink unto the skin of those same beings, aforementioned? Do they see us as we see them? Do they not realize their own place among the checkered board?

Shall we never know.